Scars of Love,Flames of Betrayal
We held each other, both crying, both laughing.
“You’re my sister,” Green said into my shoulder. “Not by blood, but by choice. And I love you.”
“I love you too. So much.”
When we finally pulled apart, Green picked up the check again, staring at it like she was trying to memorize every detail.
“Ovee is going to lose his mind when I tell him,” she said, laughing. “He’s going to think I’m joking.”
“Take a picture. Send it to him right now.”