Chapter 57

Trey

"You've had two months to not be in the mood to talk to anyone, you've had all of us worried sick, especially her. You need to talk to your friend," I say firmly.

She scrunches up her face, defiance evident in her expression. "Why the hell are you so worried about whether I talk to her or not? Just like with your fling in there, it's none of your business," she retorts, dismissing my concern with a wave of her hand.

My frustration boils over. "I just think it's fucked up, Candice!" I say, my voice rising, louder than necessary.

"Get off my fucking back and be supportive for once, okay?" She rises from the couch, glaring at me. She heads for the door, pausing to cast one last look back at me. Tears well in her green eyes, a mix of frustration and hurt. "Coming here was a mistake. I thought you were trying to be a better brother. Seems like I was wrong."

Her words cut deep, like a knife to the heart. It's not that I don't want to be there for her, but her behavior isn't o