ANNA'S POV

“You can't just force me to do things like this,” I said in a slightly whiny voice, and I could see the pure excitement on Daniel's face. “What is it?”

“I'm just happy,” he said, pulling me in, as I got the scent of his perfume. “You're slowly opening up, becoming the whiny sister that I've always wanted.”

I couldn't help but freeze at that point in time. He was right. In the last five years that I had been around him, I was sleeping to myself, grieving. I had lost everything that I knew as family, and I was just trying to survive. It was almost like...