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It’s kind of hard to be reassured when things have a long history of going sideways right after she utters those two little words, “Trust me.”
Yeah, sure.
“That’s not the reassurance you think it is, Scar.”
She laughs. “Oh, come on, Saph. We were kids the last time I asked you to trust me for a bad reason. This is completely different.”
“Is it?” I ask, jumping when my phone starts to ring in my hand. I stare down at the screen in horror. “It’s him. It’s Ben.”
Scarlett snatches the phone away from me. “He doesn’t deserve to be heard out, okay? Not one more word between the two of you. Cut him off, and he’ll crawl back under his rock and stay there. Don’t give him a chance to worm his way back in.”
“I wasn’t …” I start, pressing my lips together when she raises her eyebrows at me.
“You just need to be tough for a little bit, okay?” she asks, her voice softening.
I nod, knowing I would have picked up his call if he kept trying.
Persistence is hard to ignore. Sometimes it can feel like love.
Scarlett ends the call and blocks Ben’s number.
“I’m glad you’re here, Scar.”
She smiles at me. “Me too. It’s been way too long.”
“Tell me things are going better with you than they have been here?”
Her smile turns wry. “Well, that kind of depends on what you mean by better.”
“Sounds like a long story.”
“Well, then it’s a good thing we’ve got plenty of popcorn.”
Chapter five
Sapphire
Once Scarlett breaks out the vodka and snacks, we curl up on my comfy blue sofa with ice-cream float cocktails and a big bag of salted popcorn to keep us company. Scarlett asks to borrow sweats and I give her a set that’s almost exactly the same as what I’m already wearing, basically because that’s all I have.
“Same old Sapphire,” she says, giving me a wry smile. “I’m guessing you still buy clothes in bulk when you go shopping?”
“I just know what I like.”
“It’s cute,” she says, as she stands up and changes in front of me, kicking off her ankle boots and letting her trendy clothes fall in a pile on the floor as she gets into my comfy sweats.
She pulls the hoodie on and lets out a soft sigh. “So comfy. Now, it feels like a girlie sleepover.”
It does, and I guess that’s what this is. I hadn’t really thought about it, but she has a long drive back to Silver Valley and we’ve just started drinking alcohol. There’s no way she’s leaving here tonight. It relaxes me knowing I’m not alone after … everything.
She drops back onto the sofa and picks up her drink.
We’re basically wearing the exact same outfit right now, but somehow Scarlett makes the borrowed sweats look like a fashion statement. It’s the way she holds herself, I think. She oozes confidence.
My twin sister has always been so bright, so vibrant.
Everything she does is in full living color.
I’ve always felt a bit like her shadow in comparison.
