“I know. Just little butterflies and maybe flowers and an enormous picture of Adrian.” She giggles.

My eyes pop wide open, and she laughs even harder, “Kidding.” She assures me. But is she? I can't put it past her, as much as I relish in staring at her brother, having a picture of him in my room would be level one Joe Goldberg behavior.

Settling into my seat at the dining table I rest my head down, Mirabelle goes to hustle someone for food apparently she can't cook and neither ...