Chapter Nine
AIMEE’S PHONE VIBRATED ON her desk and without even glancing at it, she pressed the silent button. She didn’t need to look. She knew who it was, the same person who had been blowing up her phone since her dinner date. Mitch texted several times last night and a few that day. He wanted to explain, wanted to make it up to her. He said he was sorry. That it wasn’t what she thought. Isn’t what I think? How can the fact that he f****d my sister be misinterpreted? She ignored every text that came through. The funny thing was that she had not heard from her sister at all. Not even a concern when Aimee hadn’t returned home last night. Funny, but not unexpected. Karla didn’t like confrontation unless she was the one causing it.
Instead of having to deal with her sister’s obnoxious at
