Chapter Six
Natalie
I had gotten the call from the parents of Luna’s best friend, requesting I pick her up from their house. Not even yet dinner, and my sister had helped herself to their liquor cabinet and passed out cold on their living room floor.
They had threatened to call the cops—not for the first time—and I’d sped my old Toyota to their house, desperate to make things right. Again.
I half-dragged my sister to the car before handing over to the Olsens every bit of cash in my wallet which didn’t begin to cover the cost of the liquor she’d drank and spilled all over their floor.
My head pounding and eyes aching, I drove my snoring sister home, the stench of booze surrounding her doing nothing to help my twisting stomach. She grumbled about my jostling her indoors, and I couldn’t
