Page 92 of Unforgettable Player

I don’t know what that means and I’m not even going to try to understand.

Now I’m here, my throat feels tight and I don’t know how to start.

She looks up from her toenails. “You need to say whatever you wanted to say or leave, because you sitting on my bed and watching me like a creep is not okay.”

“Yeah, sorry.” I clear my throat. “I want to apologize.”

She frowns. “What for?”

“Sarah Levin and your sweet sixteen.”

Scout leans back, eying me with even more suspicion now. “Where is this coming from?”

I shrug. “I didn’t realize at the time, but now I’m older, I see how what I did was shitty, and I’m sorry. I didn’t think about the consequences.”

She screws the top on the nail polish remover and puts it on the nightstand.

“Why are you apologizing about this now?”

“I told you, I realized⁠—”

“Are you in AA or something?”

“No.”

“You’re going back to school, right?”

I nod.

“So I’ll see you all the time. You don’t have to do this weird making amends thing.”

“I do. That’s exactly why I do. I don’t want us to be at each other’s throats. We’re brother and sister. We used to be friends.”

She shrugs. “We’re different.”

“Yeah, but I still love you.”

She makes a face and I have to hold back a smile.

“I love you,” I repeat.

“Okay, stop, I get it.”

“Do you love me?”

Her face scrunches up so tight it must hurt.

“Yeah, whatever. Can you leave now?”

“Sure, sis.” I lean over and plant a kiss on her forehead.

When I’m leaving she calls me back. “You’re not dying or anything, are you?”

“Why? Would you be sad?”

She rolls her eyes. “Just answer the question.”

“No, I’m not dying.”