But she never saw him as just a brother. What kind of sister would even drug herself and try to get into his bed?!
A month ago, I’d finally had enough. I’d taken our daughter and headed for the airport, determined to fly abroad. But before the plane could take off, Payton had rushed in to stop the flight.
His eyes were red as he knelt at the boarding gate, begging me to come home.
I had thought… maybe he truly would change. I had remembered all his kindness from years past and, foolishly, I’d relented.
And now?
For Sherree, he had rammed my car. He had forbidden me from pressing charges. He had threatened my brother—and he acted like he was in the right.
I stared at those photos, and the world before my eyes became a bottomless abyss.
My daughter lay in the ICU, her fate uncertain. I could not risk losing my brother, too.
It felt as if something tore open inside my chest. My lips trembled. My tears fell in torrents.
“Fine. I won’t sue her.”
Payton’s eyes softened, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
“Of course. I knew you were the most understanding, Delane,” he said. “When the time comes, we’ll make up for our wedding anniversary with a big celebration, alright?”