I mull it over, taking a sip of my steaming coffee. Then I meet her gaze.
"I'll take care of her," I say finally. "And you."
She frowns. "How is that different from being nice?"
“Because ‘nice’ doesn’t work with your sister. If I was nice to her, she’d still be working for the bosswho tried to assault her. Twice.”
“I knew it,” Elise hisses, shaking her head. “I told her Roger was a scumbag, but she wouldn’t listen.When she quit, I knew something happened, but she wouldn’t tell me.”
“Great. She’ll be thrilled I filled you in.”
“No, it’s good,” Elise says. “I need to know this stuff.”
“No, you don’t. That’s my point. It’s your sister’s job to take care of you, so she’s doing the best shecan. And sometimes, that means she keeps you in the dark and makes decisions for both of you. That’
