Chapter Eight
Paisley
I set my wine glass on the counter and reached for the phone. “Hello?”
“Hey, sis. How's it going?” my brother replied.
“Okay. How did you get this number?” I was more curious than I wanted to be about that. I didn’t even know it myself. I’d blocked my brother’s number from my cell after I moved here.
“Mom gave me this number.”
Now, that was a big fat lie. I knew it, and he knew it. The unease I'd become accustomed to living with concerning my brother slithered through me. “How are you?” I knew my tone was stilted, and I wanted to walk out of the kitchen. This whole thing was weird, and Russell obviously had no idea that I was barely on speaking terms with my brother for reasons that were confusing to me. Blessedly, Russell walked out of the kitchen, and I heard
