From the cemetery, I went back to our villa to pack my things. It was supposed to be our home, but it felt more like Andy's and mine.
Funny, because Kyle's my husband, but he was hardly ever there.
Oh well.
Maybe that's what I get for marrying someone out of obligation.
As I dragged my suitcase downstairs, I bumped into Kyle, carrying Aria into the house. He didn't even look at me as he walked by.
This was my life now—totally invisible whenever my sister's around.
I was going to do the same when Kyle suddenly stopped and looked at me.
Now, that's new...
"Blair, where do you think you're going with that luggage? Is this another dramatic stunt?" he asked, his voice flat.
Aria, hanging on to Kyle, looked at me sweetly. "Sis, don't get the wrong idea, okay? I twisted my ankle, so Kyle brought me here since it's close by. I'll leave once he treats me. You don't mind, do you?"
A twisted ankle?
I watched Kyle settle her on the sofa and fetch an ice pack. How sweet. Look at my husband treating my sister like she was made of glass!
I remembered the time I fell down the stairs at work and broke my leg. The doctor needed a family member's signature for surgery, so I called Kyle.