“Kinsey has cancer, and you’re still attacking her. Jesus Christ. She’s your sister. Do you seriously hate her that much?”
Kenzie’s face was drained of color. Then a thin, bitter smile pulled at her lips.
“Wow,” she said with a scoff. “Colton, you really are this stupid.”
“From when we were kids until right now, I’ve been the one getting hurt over and over!”
“That bitch doesn’t have cancer!” she snapped. “She’s fucking lying to your face! And you’re eating it up like always!”
“And that car accident back then. Do you even know what really—”
“That’s enough!” he cut her off sharply. “What now? Another made-up story to smear Kinsey?”
“I should’ve seen this coming,” he said coldly. “You really are a cruel person. I don’t care what it takes. You’re apologizing to Kinsey today.”
Kenzie met his gaze without flinching.
“No. I didn’t do anything wrong,” she said slowly. “You did. You can’t tell right from wrong.”
Tucked in his arms, Kinsey spoke up, her voice gentle and careful.
“Colton, please,” she murmured. “Let it go. My sister’s never liked me. She thinks I stole everything from her. You’re married. I shouldn’t have come. From now on, don’t worry about me. I’ll just disappear.”