![]() “So annoying,” she mumbles under her breath, making me chuckle. “I don’t know what you could possibly think is funny right now,” she huffs, and I see her cross her arms over her chest out of the corner of my eye, the action making me smile. “Ellie,” I say in the same tone, feeling my lips twitch. Pulling my eyes from the asphalt, I look over at her quickly, seeing a sadness in her gaze that makes my fist tighten on the steering wheel. “What did she say?” Ellie asks quietly from my side as I pull out onto the main road. I want to take a can of gasoline and light her damn trailer on fire. I’m so pissed that I can actually feel my heart pounding in my neck. “Get it from your sister,” I tell her, clicking the alarm for my truck and swinging up inside. “Remember I warned you,” I say, opening the door and stepping down the rickety stairs to the grass. ![]() “You sure you want that to be your final answer?” I ask her, turning toward the door. “I don’t know,” she says quietly after a long moment. “I don’t give a fuck if she’s the fucking Pope. ![]()
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