Annalise Starke had known her mother was going to die eventually; she just hadn't expected it to happen so soon.
At fifteen she had moved with her mother back to her home country of Australia with half a heart (metaphorically, of course) and her mo...
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It had only been three days since Dad and Meredith hosted our extended family, and it'd been the dominating topic of conversation for all of them. Dad, of course, was talking about it, and I had been regularly texting my cousins, who were nosy little detectives who wanted to know everything about their "potential new cousin" Cambrie.
My cheeks hurt from the smile I kept forcing onto my lips, my ears were sick and tired of hearing about them, and my stomach hadn't stopped roiling in days.
It was...driving me crazy.
Thankfully, I had my very own built-in committee to cheer me up—consisting of Sylvie, Breck, Ryan, and now Jacks. I stared down at my phone, reading the text Sylvie had sent this morning:
I hadn't planned on arguing with her. I desperately needed something to get my mind off my Dad's love life, and a night of laughter, drinking, and fun sounded perfect. It was just what I needed to get the job done.
And, this time, I would be prepared. I had a plan and rules to make sure I had the time of my life tonight and not another anxious one like at Lucy Long's...
