“Definitely.”
“Connor?”
“Absolutely,” Ego says.
“See?”
“That's not the point.”
“No. It's not.”
Because Mary's right.
And Sister Agnes is right, too.
The community needs ownership.
Needs involvement.
Needs to feel like they helped build it.
Not like some billionaire dropped a gym from the sky.
“Sabrina said Sister Agnes has a plan for another fundraiser,” Ego says.
His voice immediately softens whenever Sabrina's involved.
It's disgusting.
Honestly.
My twin used to be a grumpy asshole twenty-four seven.
Now he sounds like a man who owns matching coffee mugs.
“Yeah?” I ask.
“Saint Patrick's Day Gala.”
I grin.
“Firecracker mentioned it.”
“Apparently they're turning it into a huge thing this year.”
“Good.”
“Good?”
“Yeah.”
I stand and head toward my closet.
Because it's almost time to get ready.
Almost time to pick Mary up.
Almost time to see her again.
