Chapter 2
December 23rd
Ellis
“Ellis?”
Eager to finally leave work after a long day, Ellis was already halfway into his beloved truck, the one Casey had named The Rust Bucket, when the female voice from behind stopped him. He looked over his shoulder and did a double take when he saw the speaker.
“Edie?”
What was his sister doing here? They hadn’t spoken for God knows how long. A year and a half, at least?
“Got a minute?”
He scratched his sideburn and glanced at his watch. Dinner would be ready soon, and he didn’t wanna keep Casey waiting.
“Please?”
He groaned and stepped out of the truck without closing the door, turning toward her. Visible lines bracketed her mouth and spread out in a fine net around her heavy-lidded eyes. She looked so much older, thinner, so now she wasn’t ju
