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He nodded his head and went about his night. If he felt for the two girls, he told himself to move on. It was just one of many cases in his life and there were worse things that could happen.
But he wondered if those big light blue doe eyes of Ivy’s would leave his mind anytime soon.
3
Double Whammy
“Why did we have to get up so early?” Ivy asked on Sunday morning. She was still wiping the corner crust from her eyes.
“Because the sooner we clean up this mess, the sooner we can move back,” Dahlia said.
Her eyes started to fill with tears. Ivy wasn’t sure she wanted to move back and had been up half the night stressing over it.
More like trying to fight off the anxiety of it with a magic sword that she’d pretended she owned when she was living in other countries and wanted to venture out on her own.
“I’m tired though,” she whined. “I couldn’t sleep last night and Sunday is the day I normally sleep in anyway. So it’s like a double whammy to me.”
“You’ll be fine,” Jasmine said. “Sleep is overrated.”
“That’s because you’ve got a six-month-old,” she said of her niece, Cori. “And you said she’s sleeping through the night now.”
“Sleeping through the night means seven hours,” Jasmine said. “That doesn’t mean it’s the time we go to bed and get up either. Or used to. You learn to adapt. You’re twenty-six.”
“Soon to be twenty-seven,” Ivy said.
“It doesn’t matter,” Dahlia said. “If you were out partying with friends till one in the morning and then had to be to work at seven, you’d do it. I know you would because you’ve done it before.”
She should have never told those things to her sister. Things she’d done when she lived in Texas.
When she had a lot more friends and a life.
She dated. She had boyfriends.
She hated having to tell her grandparents all the time where she was and if she was coming home or not.
Living alone, she had no one to report to.
Too bad she wasn’t doing much here to even report.
“That’s different,” she said. “That was fun. This wasn’t fun.”
It was barely seven when they pulled in front of their apartment. And she was dreading it.
“Nope,” Jasmine said. “Life isn’t all about fun and games. Besides, you need to clean to see if anything else is missing. Document it all and then we can get it to the investigator.”
“He was hot, wasn’t he?” she said to her sisters.
“There is the sister we know and love,” Dahlia said.
“Come on now,” she said. “Admit it.”
“Not my type,” Dahlia said.
“Why?” she asked. “What’s wrong with him?”
“First off,” Jasmine said. “He’s too old for you.”
“You’re one to talk. Wesley is ten years older than you.”
