Chapter 57
Callie considered the question seriously, memory surfacing slowly, carefully, like something long buried finally being allowed air. "Peter, actually. When we were younger. Before everything changed between us. He used to do this ridiculous impression of our old dance tutor, this stuffy old man who took himself far too seriously. Peter would sneak into my room late at night and do the whole routine, the walk, the voice, everything. I'd laugh so hard I'd wake the whole house sometimes."
"He sounds like he cared about you, once," Chase said gently.
"He did," Callie said quietly. "A long time ago. Before he learned it was easier not to."
Chase studied her for a long moment,
"For what it's worth," he said finally, "I think that girl, the one who laughed too loud and made her bro
