Aria
Dahlia is babbling nonstop about After Dark and the upcoming shopping spree on our drive home. I only listen to bits and pieces. My mind keeps on hopping between Harvey and Lizelle. When the wondering and guessing, if Harvey is avoiding me, gets too much, I force myself to figure out Lizelle. But everything she does is confusing and before long, I am thinking about Harvey once more.
“Are you sure it’s okay that you didn’t get a ticket?” Dahlia asks as we walk to the elevators. “You can have mine if you want to go.”
“Oh, please,” I laugh. “I honestly don’t want to go. In fact, I’m relieved there are no more tickets left.”
“Then why are you so quiet?” She frowns as we step into the elevator.
“I miss my sister,” I shrug. It is not a lie, but it is not entirely true. I can hardly tel
