Don’t look so worried.” Her brother sat in a chair beside her in a partitioned-off section of the ER. Elbows on his knees, head down, just as she’d seen him in too many hospitals, too many times before. And she was sorry for it. “I’m not.” A smile pulled at her lips. “It’s a sin to lie.” He sighed. “Does this have anything to do with the other night?” “No.” Nick had stopped by hours after Stephen left. Hours after she broke the mirror. And now she was the liar. “You can talk to me, you know. If you’re having a hard time or…whatever.” “Yeah? Like I could talk to you about getting my period? Or buying tampons?” Nick’s face screwed up at the memory and the tension eased. “Really. I’m fine. I was on my way to the meeting with the city this morning and—” “What meeting?” Well, shit. “Something about the property I needed to take care of. Anyway, I got lost and I guess I got upset. But I’m fine now. I want to go home.” He’d heard that last bit before.
