Winter was fading, and for the first time, the sun felt warm on my face as James pulled the car up to the Thorne estate.
I didn't feel the usual knot of fear in my stomach as James turned off the engine and looked at me. He looked different calm, like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders.
And to be honestifult just as relieved because for the past few days with being talking over the phone and getting to know each other as siblings.
I'm starting to understand that James was manipulated by my stepmother and he was just a baby who was listening to his mother because he thought that Dad loved and valued me more but he didn't care about either one of us.
"Ready?" he asked softly.
"Ready," I said.
We weren't here for a fight. We weren't here for another apology. We were just here to
