CELESTINE’s P O V

‘‘Why are you trying to drive my sister away from you?’’ I asked Arnold as soon as we reached our room. I kept my eyes on him as he walked to the fridge to get a bottle of cold water and then handed it to me.

‘‘It bothers me when she picks on you like that...’’ he said and my hand, which was ready to grab the bottle from him, stiffened slightly as it prepared to do so.

I sighed as I sat on the couch, and looked at him.

He stared back at me a with long look that was worth a thousand words, and...