Adrian

The tension was unbearable. I sat in the living room, staring at the half-empty glass of whiskey in my hand. Kelly was upstairs, undoubtedly still reeling from whatever seeds Olivia had planted earlier. I could see it in her eyes—some questions she didn’t ask yet.

Olivia.  

Her name alone was enough to trigger memories I had no desire to revisit. She’d always been the wildcard of the family, unpredictable and sharp-tongued. Growing up, we’d been close, closer than most siblings but that closeness had been built on shared secrets and silent promises. Promises I had broken long ago.  

The last time I saw her before she left for LA,...