“Hazel, and Kelly, and a five-year-old named Fiona who spent last night freezing on this floor, in the dark, because of what you and Blake decided was more important than her.

Those are my family.

Those are the people I have.” I met her eyes, and I did not blink.

“I don’t have a sister.”

And then I turned around and walked out of that house, and I did not look back at either of them, because everything I loved was already in the car, or waiting at my brother’s, and there was nothing left in that house that belonged to me anymore except a floor I never wanted to see again.

Chapter 11 — What a Trauma Nurse Knows