Rose
Eight-hundred and sixty-two, eight hundred and sixty-three…
Abel is silent. There’s no music, nothing but the hum of the engine as we speed back toward where we came from.
And so, in an effort to keep from tumbling into my mind, I count.
But there is no stopping the inevitable. There is no delaying destiny. And I think of Grace, in spite of myself. I think of my little sister, who was the only good thing in my life.
Everything my parents had hoped for in me, they had found in her. It was no wonder they had another child after me. Like they knew I was going to be this vampire of a girl, craving blood in a way that sustained my life, albeit mentally more than physically. Or perhaps emotionally.
Regardless, there she’d been—all smiles and laughter. And I loved her enough to assume that I’d bear the weight of the bad, so she could be the good one.
And I accepted that.
We never fought. We never angered each other.
But George…
Abel coughs and my focus snaps back to the present.
I’ll have to explain to Abel. I’ll have to get him to see that we can’t leave just yet.