Chapters (46)
- Cover
- Other Titles
- Title Page
- Copyright
- Dedication
- Friday
- ONE
- TWO
- THREE
- FOUR
- Saturday
- FIVE
- SIX
- SEVEN
- EIGHT
- NINE
- TEN
- Sunday
- ELEVEN
- TWELVE
- THIRTEEN
- FOURTEEN
- FIFTEEN
- SIXTEEN
- SEVENTEEN
- EIGHTEEN
- NINETEEN
- TWENTY
- TWENTY-ONE
- TWENTY-TWO
- TWENTY-THREE
- TWENTY-FOUR
- TWENTY-FIVE
- Monday
- TWENTY-SIX
- TWENTY-SEVEN
- TWENTY-EIGHT
- TWENTY-NINE
- THIRTY
- THIRTY-ONE
- THIRTY-TWO
- THIRTY-THREE
- THIRTY-FOUR
- THIRTY-FIVE
- EPILOGUE
- ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
“Nope,” says Nicki, her eyes blazing. She is already dressed for work, in tight black pants, a tight black scoop-neck shirt with a shiny, bedazzled cross on the front, and black patent leather stilettos. Just looking at her makes Finn sweat. “She’s not in her room. She is not anywhere in the whole house.”
“Did you try texting her?” Finn asks, rubbing her eyes.
“Do you think I’m an idiot? Of course I texted her!” Nicki shakes her phone in Finn’s face. “Then I texted the twins, who said they haven’t seen her since yesterday. Not since yesterday. When you fucking told me my daughter was in her room!”
“You didn’t go in and check on her?” Finn asks, and then immediately regrets it as Nicki’s whole body clenches with rage.
“No, Finn, I didn’t go check on her, I was too busy cleaning up the mess that inevitably happened when you decided to go off god knows where and leave a bunch of kids in charge of the house!”
“Excuse me? This is my fault? Where the hell were you?” Finn watches Nicki’s chest rise and fall, her face pink with rage. “What was that, Nicki? Where did you say you were? I didn’t quite hear you.”
“Fuck you, Finn.”
Finn pushes back against the pillows, shifting so she is no longer sitting directly on the rollbar. “You know, you’re so quick to blame everyone else for everything all the time,” she says. “Why do you get a free pass?”
“Because I’m always here, Finn!” Nicki yells, slamming her fists against the bed. “While you’re off doing whatever the hell it is you do all day in Mississauga, I’m always here! I’m dealing with Mom constantly forgetting where she is and Dad just ignoring everyone all the time. I have to deal with everyone’s bullshit, and the second I want to do something for myself, everything falls apart.”
“Do what, Nicki? What did you want to do for yourself? What was so important to you?” Finn covers Nicki’s fist with the palm of her hand. “No, really, you can tell me,” she says sweetly. “I’m your sister. I just want you to be happy. If you want something, I want it, too. Oh wait.” She pulls her hand back. “I’m sorry, I forgot. It’s the other way around.”
“You’re a fucking psychopath,” Nicki says.
“At least I’m not a liar.”
“No, you’re just a backstabber.”
“Look who’s talking!”