Chapter Sixteen-Anna

“I can’t believe it. I mean, you and Angel,” I whisper, completely shocked.

“Yeah, well, it was a shock to me, too. But obviously, it’s not serious. I mean, I just owed him because of the whole beer in his face incident,” she mumbles.

I start to giggle. I can’t help it. It turns into a fit of full belly laughter, and I snort. I slap my hand over my mouth.

“Oh my God, Anna! Are you snorting at me?”

Giselle shakes her head, but I can tell she wants to laugh, too.

“Oh, Sisi, you should see your face,” I say between laughing and sucking in gulps of air.

I make us a pot of herbal tea, place some cookies on a plate for us to share, and we talk about Sammy. It’s still difficult to think of my little brother as dead, but I know it will get easier with time. At least, I hope it will.

“How are you holding up?” Giselle asks.

“It’s hard, you know. Sammy was a lot, but he was still my brother,” I say tearfully.