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that’s when it hit me. Like a brick wall coming toward me at full speed. Her hand was ice cold and stiff.
    There was nothing cold and limp about my sister. She was warm and so very alive. “No,” I said. “No, no, no.” Tears welled in my eyes as I shook her hand. “Zoey, wake up. This isn’t funny. Wake up, damn it. Wake up!” My legs gave out for the second time in twenty-four hours, and I collapsed onto the floor, clutching my sister’s hand to my chest. “I was too late. I’m so sorry. I was too late.” I hugged her hand, rocking back and forth, the apologies falling from my mouth.
    A gentle hand rested on my shoulder, and I glanced up to Sebastian. His lip quivered, and then he collapsed beside me. He was just as devastated as I was. We hugged one another, Zoey’s lifeless hand between us, and we sobbed until there were no tears left.
    Life as we knew it was changed forever.

Chapter 6
    Mila
    I stumbled in the door after a long ass night of lap dances and pole dances. My legs and feet were killing me, but I made an extra five hundred bucks this week. Once I had my coffee, it would sink in that all the extra hours I was working were totally worth it. Besides, it helped keep my mind off Knox. Off the fact that he didn’t even try to contact me once since I kicked him out.
    It’s what I wanted. Or, at least, it’s what I thought I wanted. But, as the days passed and I didn’t hear a single word from him, I was beginning to realize I missed him. And it pissed me the fuck off. I didn’t miss anyone. That was an emotion that didn’t belong in my vocabulary.
    But I couldn’t deny it. I craved his kisses, and longed to feel his arms wrapped around me. I even Googled him a few times just to see if there were any updates on his arrest, or any new pictures of him. I knew it was so pathetic, and I should have stopped myself, but I just couldn’t. I could deny all I wanted, but the truth was, I was falling for him.
    It was seven, an hour later than I usually got home, but it was also Saturday, and Mackenzie didn’t need to be up for school. If I was lucky, she would sleep in, and I would have a peaceful morning. Maybe an uninterrupted nap.
    I was grateful not to find any teenage boys camping out on my sofa like that one time where I nearly killed my own sister. She’d been behaving herself, something I wasn’t used to, and I was just waiting for the other hand to drop. When it came to Mackenzie, it was only a matter of time.
    I made a pot of coffee, and, with my favorite mug in hand, sat down on the couch to watch some TV. My eyes were heavy as I tried to keep them open. If I just rested them for a little while, I would be good for the rest of the day.
    A thump startled me, causing my eyes to open. I looked around the room, trying to get my bearings, and spotted Mackenzie heading toward the door.
    “Where do you think you’re going?” I asked, rubbing at my eyes, realizing I dozed off.
    “Out,” Mackenzie answered, and I sat up.
    I glanced at the clock and nearly gasped when I saw the eleven. I had passed out for four hours. “Where is out?” I asked, getting up from the couch and walking over to her.
    She rolled her eyes, and plopped her hand on her hip.  I immediately took notice of her jeans and top. None of the jeans she owned look like that. Those were most definitely designer, and I had seen that shirt recently in a high end store window.
    Where the hell did she get the money for those kinds of clothes? All I could think about was that bag of weed I found in her dresser drawer.
    I latched onto the hem of her shirt. “Where did you get this?”
    “What is your problem?” Mackenzie demanded, trying to rip the material out of my grasp.
    “Are you dealing drugs?”
    She laughed, and I wanted to slap the shit out of her. “You’re fucking crazy,” Mackenzie spat, and stepped around me.
    I grabbed her arm, my fingers digging into her skin, and spun her back to me.“Answer me, dammit.”
    It was