It felt like what separated them now wasn’t distance but something already broken beyond repair.
Still, he brushed it off.
Kenzie loved him too much. She was just forcing herself to swallow her jealousy again.
Besides, Kinsey “didn’t have long to live.” Once everything was over, he could sit down and talk things out with Kenzie properly.
That reasoning eased the discomfort he was feeling.
That night, Kenzie went to the kitchen for some water, but Kinsey stepped directly into her path.
Not in the mood for games, Kenzie turned to leave, only to have Kinsey block her again.
Finally, her patience ran out.
She lifted her eyes, cold and sharp.
“Aren’t you scared,” she said, “that I’ll tell Colton your cancer is fake as fuck?”
Kinsey smiled with open contempt. She leaned in close to her sister’s ear.
“Go ahead,” she whispered. “Let’s see whether he believes you… or me.”
Kenzie’s fingers clenched tightly at her side.
Kinsey was right.
Even if Kenzie said something, Colton would still believe Kinsey like every damn time.
After all, you can’t wake someone who’s pretending to sleep.
“Move,” Kenzie said flatly. “A decent dog knows better than to block the road.”
She didn’t want to waste another word on her.