Chapter 8

The train operator announced the upcoming arrival of the next station, which happened to be mine. I stood, holding onto the metal bar overhead as the engine slowed.

“Lindsey, if you’re doing this out of some misplaced need to…well, throw a bone to the pathetic workaholic loner because I helped your sister, don’t. You’ll end up hating me in the end, anyway, and I’m not worth your time.”

“That’s not—”

I didn’t hear the rest of what he said because I hopped off the train just before the doors closed.

It was for the best. But still, it hurt.

* * * *

As I entered the apartment, my cellphone rang. The only person to ever ring me late at night—aside frommy boss—was my mother, since she kept similar hours. I looked at the screen and, yup, it was Sara. Trust the woman to choose the perfectly worst time to call. Because it was all about her.

I let the ringtone play for about seven seconds, trying to decide whether to answer. In the end, I did, just to get it over with.