After all these weeks, I was finally going to be with her again! I’d known she was alive, I’d known it in my heart. I would have felt it if she was gone. Nobody had believed me. They would eat their words now. I laughed to myself when I pictured the looks on the faces of those stupid, lazy cops. Especially Mr. Know It All, who told me I should get used to the idea of my sister being dead. “I knew you weren’t dead!” I cried out to the empty car, and laughed to myself. I was almost giddy with joy and relief. She was alive, and I was going to take her home. Everything would be the way it was—no, better than the way it was. Because now I would never forget how precious she was to me. All I could think about was her, through every one of those long miles of highway during the first half of the drive. I wanted to see her smile again, hear her voice again. I would make all her favorite foods, take her shopping, do whatever she wanted as long as it made her happy.
What do You think about Trouble: Crooked Souls MC?
