“Apparently it’s more than you learned in rehab,” I snap back. “And was that free because it was court-ordered, or…”

“Fuck you.”

“Right back atcha, sis.” I can’t believe I bothered calling. I can’t believe I let Salem convince me there was even an ounce of merit to this. I want to hang up on her, run upstairs, and yell at him for even suggesting it, but then I remember that’s exactly what he wanted to enable me doing today, and it cools my temper, just a little. “Anyway, thought maybe we should connect before seeing each other tomorrow, but turns out I haven’t missed a thing—you’re exactly the person I left behind.”

“How could I possibly be anything else? Perfect Everett Riley’s screwup sister. God, you had everything and it still wasn’t enough for you.”

I had everything. I had everything? My jaw drops to the floor.

Last fall, Claire was experimenting with lenticular prints, and I remember her going on about how fascinating it was that one piece of art could have completely different sides never seen at the exact same time.

Clearly, my sister and I are a lenticular print, because I have no idea what the hell she’s imagining if she’s thinking about the Evie of a few months ago.

“You think I had everything? No, I had two things you didn’t in the entire world: a boyfriend and a best friend. And you, who had friends and parties and apparently a boatload of drugs, took them both without even really wanting either one. I came here without anything or anyone, because of you.”

She snorts. “Yeah, great friends I had. No one’s even talking to me anymore.”

“That certainly isn’t my fault.”

“Of course not. Everything’s my fault. Everything is always my fault. Craig hit on me, you know.”

“You’re aware that just because a guy hits on you doesn’t mean you need to reciprocate, right? I feel like ‘Hard pass, you’re my sister’s boyfriend’ is a pretty solid rejection.”

“Okay, this was like a million years ago. How can you possibly still be hung up on that guy? He’s pathetic.”

“I’m not hung up on Craig; I’m hung up on how you hurt me, and how I can’t trust you, and how shitty that is.”

“Yeah, well.”

I wait for a follow-up, but nothing comes. “Is that seriously all you have to say about it?”

She lets out an aggravated sigh. “What do you want from me, Evie? It happened. It’s over. Neither of us cares about him anymore. And as for Claire, I assure you, no one’s trying to steal your boring friends. My life is shit. Your life is great. Tomorrow you can gloat about it in person. We all set?”