Charlotte thought I was missing. My stomach churned with anxiety as I walked toward our suite. I should have manned up and told her the truth.

She thought I was lost? Kidnapped? Dead?

How insensitive had I been ignoring my only sister’s calls? I rushed toward the elevators, noticing it was on the tenth floor. I stepped back and let my head rest against the opposing wall.

Now my face was plastered all over the national news. I didn’t even want to know how she pulled that ...