Chapter 59

“I wanted to be there for her. I loved her,” she said softly, looking at Hank.

Hank appeared to soften. His features took on a little less furious mien, and he reached out and touched his sister’s hand. “She asked about you. She said she loved you too.”

“Did she really?” Stacy’s face lit up.

Hank nodded. “It was probably for the best you weren’t around. It wasn’t pretty. You can remember her as the party girl. She’d like that.”

Stacy laughed.

The three grew quiet, the only sound in the kitchen the laughter and the yelling of the girls outside. Their innocence hurt Ollie deep inside.

Finally, it was Hank who had the courage to address the elephant in the room. “Are you here for the reason I think you are, Stacy?”

Ollie could see the fear in Hank’s eyes, the despair. And—totally irrational—the hope.

Stacy sipped her coffee. When she began speaking, Ollie found himself unable to look at Hank. He couldn’t bear it.