Chapter 4

The next morning, Jessica was in the middle of the living room, wheeling a small suitcase.

When I stepped out of the bedroom, Jessica shot me a look of pure disgust. That little downward twist of her lips—she'd nailed her grandmother's signature scowl.

"Where's my baseball cap I bought overseas? Get it for me. I'm heading out," Jessica demanded, her tone dripping with entitlement.

I gave her a slow, disdainful once-over and just brushed past her straight into the kitchen.

She stomped her foot behind me. "What was that look for? Did you even hear me? I said, find my…