Brooke was sitting in bed reading when Sam came in.
"Whatcha reading?" She asked, flopping down beside her blond stepsister.
"Pride & Prejudice – for English," Brooke answered, frowning.
"What's wrong with that? It's a great book."
"Yeah, I know, but all the people in these stories fight and argue and then decide they're in love. It's stupid – like you can't be in love with someone unless you hate each other first."
Brooke tossed the book on the bed. "According to that theory, you'd be my one true love, all the fighting we've done. Anyway, I'm getting a drink – you want anything?"
"No," Sam whispered as Brooke left the room.
Alone, she swallowed and let out a long sigh.
Downstairs, Brooke leaned against the countertop, her hands shaking.