talking with rylie


So, I was talking to your sister–Rylie, not Daphne–and I realized something interesting. You didn’t tell her what happened. She has no clue what went down, does she? I mean, she knows about Dane, but…

“Why are there two of you right now?” Peering up at the other from the shield she’d formed for her eyes from her hands, Rylie’s brow furrowed, mouth downturning, “I can’t take you seriously when I don’t know who to talk to.”