Chapter Nineteen

It's late afternoon when we get back to the mansion. The sun is hot and there isn't a cloud in the sky. It's smoggy in the city, but clear by the estate.

I step out of the limo and into the driveway. It feels different to be here now. This is where I've loved Jonathan all my life. To be here now feels like I've betrayed that memory somehow.

“Oh no.” Guilt pulls on me with invisible strings, making me heavy.

“What?” Christopher asks. He slides his phone back into his pocket, but I can already hear it vibrating with some sort of urgent message. All Christopher's messages are urgent.

“I promised Jonathan I would call him,” I reply. I wince, feeling shame and guilt roll through me. “I totally forgot.”

I forgot to call him because I was too busy doing his brother.

“I wouldn't worry,” Christopher advises me. “I'm pretty sure he was busy keeping my mother from freaking out. You were the least of his concerns.”

For some reason, the comment stings a little more than I expect.

“I should