“Come on, Sydney. Savannah is your sister. She and Chicago just returned to the country, so they’ll be staying here from now on. As the older sister, you should be more understanding. Don’t try to compete with her in everything.”
Sydney’s lips curled into a bitter, mocking smile. “Preston… Do you even know what day it is today?”
He frowned but didn’t respond.
Her eyes flared red as she forced the emotion down. “It’s Julien’s birthday, too.”
Her Julien lay alone in the cold cemetery, and his father hadn’t even looked at him. Yet here Preston was, celebrating Savannah’s son.
Was this man even human?
For a brief moment, guilt flickered across his eyes.
Savannah and Chicago had just returned to the country today, and it was the boy’s birthday. There were too many things going on; Preston had forgotten it was also Julien’s birthday, too.
“It’s Chicago’s birthday. I couldn’t leave…” he explained.
Before he could finish what he was saying, Sydney laughed bitterly and turned away.
She didn’t want to hear how much Preston adored Chicago—that only deepened her grief for Julien.
She returned to her room. Savannah followed, dripping fake concern.