“Karen,” her voice had that sugary sweetness she only used when she wanted something. “I’m having my baby shower next weekend at Mom and Dad’s. I’d really love it if you could come.”
The invitation caught me off guard. The last real conversation we’d had was at James’s funeral, and even then she’d seemed distracted and uncomfortable.
“Are you sure?” I asked, unable to hide my surprise. I could count on one hand the number of times Sarah had voluntarily included me in anything.
“Of course.” She laughed, the sound oddly forced. “You’re my only sister. It wouldn’t be right without you. Plus… I have something special planned.”
Something in her tone made my stomach clench, but I pushed the feeling aside. “I’ll be there,” I promised, already mentally listing possible gift ideas. Maybe this was her way of trying to bridge the gap between us.