Kayla thought.
“Don’t borrow my clothes without asking.”
“Okay.”
Renee moved on toward the laundry room.
Kayla stayed where she was.
“That’s it?”
Renee looked back.
“What?”
“Don’t borrow my clothes without asking.”
“You don’t want to know why?”
“They’re your clothes.”
She shrugged. “Seems reasonable.”
Then she kept walking.
Kayla didn’t.
I watched my sister stare at the closet door.
“You don’t want to know why?”
For the first time all week, somebody had heard one of Kayla’s boundaries and simply said okay.
On the drive home, Kayla sat beside me with the room listing still open on her phone.
Andrew hadn’t come.
That had been my decision.
This conversation belonged to us.
We made it halfway home before I asked the question I’d been avoiding.
That had been my decision.
“Why did you need Andrew to fail?”
Kayla kept looking through the windshield.
