Nichole
The next morning, I woke up just when Chris was rushing out of my house.
"Christine?"
"He's out. I need to go." She said, picking her bag from my bedroom floor. We'd shared the same bed, despite the guest room that was more or less hers.
I wanted to have a conversation with her. I'd hardly slept all night. As much as I tried to put it out of my mind, this was about my baby sister. And Caesar.
"Before you leave, can we talk?"
She slowed, but didn't stop searching for whatever it was she'd lost.
"I know what you wanna talk about. And I promise, I'll tell you everything. But later. Right now, I need to see him."
I wanted to insist, but then she stopped and looked at me. Her eyes pooled. "I need to see him or I might actually lose my mind."
I knew that look. She was in love with him.
My heart broke for her.
"Okay. Be safe."
Her eyes told me she was grateful.
"Can I borrow your car , please?"
"Should you be driving in that state?"