I barely slept that night.
By morning I had made up my mind to talk to my sister.
She was in the kitchen when I walked in, pouring herself a cup of coffee. She looked at me, then at the phone in my hand.
“What’s wrong with you? You look like you spent the whole night fighting ghosts.”
“Something like that.”
She placed the cup on the counter. “Is this about Ethan?”
I nodded.
“He called last night. He wants me to come home.”
Her expression changed. “And you’re considering it?”
“I don’t know. He apologized. He said he wants to make things work.”
She leaned against the counter, studying me.
“Riley, I need you to answer one question honestly. Do you want to go back because you love him, or because you’re afraid of being alone?”
I frowned.
“Why would you ask me that?”
“Because I’ve
