Today wasn’t about danger. Not about Lucas, not about kidnappings or men in black coats with loaded guns. It was about something simple—sisters.

Jessy had been the one to suggest it.

“Come on, you’ve been locking yourself up for weeks. You need fresh air, maybe a coffee. Besides…” She’d given me that sly half-smile of hers. “…maybe it’ll help you finally tell me what you’ve been hiding.”

She didn’t know how close she was to the truth.

We ended up at a little ...