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Chapters (48)
  1. 1. One
  2. 2. Two
  3. 3. Three
  4. 4. Four
  5. 5. Five
  6. 6. Six
  7. 7. Seven
  8. 8. Eight
  9. 9. Nine
  10. 10. Ten
  11. 11. Eleven
  12. 12. Twelve
  13. 13. Thirteen
  14. 14. Fourteen
  15. 15. Fifteen
  16. 16. Sixteen
  17. 17. Seventeen
  18. 18. Eighteen
  19. 19. Nineteen
  20. 20. Twenty
  21. 21. Twenty-One
  22. 22. Twenty-Two
  23. 23. Twenty-Three
  24. 24. Twenty-Four
  25. 25. Twenty-Five
  26. 26. Twenty-Six
  27. 27. Twenty-Seven
  28. 28. Twenty-Eight
  29. 29. Twenty-Nine
  30. 30. Thirty
  31. 31. Thirty-One
  32. 32. Thirty-Two
  33. 33. Thirty-three
  34. 34. Thirty-Four
  35. 35. Thirty-Five
  36. 36. Thirty-Six
  37. 37. Thirty-Seven
  38. 38. Thirty-Eight
  39. 39. Thirty-Nine
  40. 40. Forty
  41. 41. Forty-One
  42. 42. Forty-Two
  43. 43. Forty-three
  44. 44. Epilogue
  45. Afterword
  46. Also by
  47. Acknowledgments
  48. About Author

Sarah nodded and finished up my hair. She pinned it in place, stood back, and smiled at her masterpiece; my hair looked better than it had in years. I gave her a small smile. We weren’t back to normal, but it was something, and I would gladly take it.

I stood up and wrapped my sister in a hug. “I don’t forgive you. I’m just not there yet. But I will one day. I know you made a mistake, but you’re still my sister.”

Sarah didn’t answer, instead let her arms drape around me as her shoulders and chest shook. I held her through her sobs, and she eventually hugged me back.

“Alright, now let’s go make sure Finn isn’t killing your husband.”

She laughed and wiped her tears. It was one small step forward. A step I would gladly take with her.

43. Forty-three

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Three months later

It was a big day.

I had officially got Olive to agree to go skiing with me again.

For almost three months straight, I had begged her to meet me at work and to let me teach her proper techniques, but she brushed it off or faked an illness—as if I didn’t know that trick already. But today was my birthday, and when I pulled that card out, how could she refuse me? I guess my good luck continued.

She’d brought her own equipment and was clearly anxious while she got ready. She had moved in with me almost immediately after I caught up with her on the plane three months ago. I told her we could try long distance if she wanted to stay in the warm weather and work there. I would gladly fly back and forth for her. But immediately after I offered, she said she wouldn’t want to be anywhere other than Aspen with me. The Moore men and I flew to Florida to help her move out of her apartment and get back where she belonged: in the mountains with me.

Watching her get ready in the mornings was my favorite. The bathroom was adjacent to my bedroom, and I could lie back on my mountain of pillows and watch her apply makeup and do her hair while she moved her hips to whatever music she was playing. It was one of my favorite pastimes. But this morning, she spent that time anxiously posing what-if questions while she pulled her hair back into two thick braids.

What if I get stuck on the lift thingy and we get separated?

What if I fall and break my neck?

What if we get lost in the woods?