As we entered our dorm room, I dropped my bag on the floor and exhaled sharply, pressing my back against the wall for a second as though I needed it to hold me up. 

Sloane stretched lazily, kicking off her shoes as if she hadn’t just witnessed me nearly bolt out of the car to my sister’s defense. She ran her finger through her hair, and she spoke in a light tone. 

“I hope you’re not worried about your sister and her relationship.” 

I turned my head toward her, narrowing my eyes. ...