Clenching his teeth, he realized how foolish it was to smash his fist like that. His sister was a grown woman. She’d have to take care of herself. It’s what he wanted anyway, right? He’d grown so used to cleaning up her messes. It was all he knew anymore. She’d come find him or call, eventually. She’d find trouble, and had nobody else to bail her out. Cautiously wrapping his hand with some bandages, Bryce cringed as he secured the edge with a metal binder clip. He needed to talk to Hannah. Should he call, or go see her? Would she even want to talk to him after what she saw? There was only one way to find out. Bryce headed out to his truck, realizing he used his right hand for damn near everything. Maneuvering with his left hand, he started his truck and drove down the road. When Gretta answered the door, he was almost relieved. Hannah might just take one look at him and slam the door.
What do You think about Hannah (The Hawthorne Sisters)?
