Chapter 3“Hey Rae,” Kit said, greeting her sister as she came in the door to her apartment. “Can I borrow your car?”
Rae slipped off her nurses’ shoes with a big sigh. “Not even gonna make me breakfast first?”
Kit gestured to the kitchen table, which still had French toast set up on it. It was fresh, not the stuff she’d made for Anissa at nearly one in the afternoon when they’d both crawled out of bed after the super late fire alarm. Though Rae had gone to her shift that day as planned, she’d been just as zonked when she got back. Several more days had passed since then, and it was only now that Kit—and Rae too—were finally feeling as if they had recouped all that sleep.
“Of course,” Rae reminded her now as she ohhed and ahhed over the new French toast, complete with in-season strawberr
