In blue pen a name was scrawled across the note. Only it wasn’t hers. It read:Ella.
When she looked up Ella was watching her. Lucy closed her hand around the note. “I’ve got to run to the bathroom.”
Safe inside the stall, Lucy stared at the note. It wasn’t hers to read. But it was her job to protect Ella. She couldn’t share it withher without knowing what it said. There was no other choice. She opened the note.
The handwriting was surprisingly neat. He’d only written two lines.
I love you, Ella.
P.S. Please don’t tell
Lucy stared at the writing.Tell what?
They already knew he’d been driving drunk. The police toxicology report said so. He’d driven off the road and slammed into a telephone pole. Everyone knew what happened that night. Everyone knew it was Jep’s fault.
A plume of fresh rage puffed in her chest. How dare Jep ask any favors of her sister! Especially after what he did. Ella was here in a rehab hospital while Jep was out there living his life. Bothering her family. Showing up at the bookshop. And now—in her condition—he had the nerve to ask Ella to cover for him.
Lucy shoved the note back in her pocket. She would not show the note to Ella. Not now, not ever.
