Elena
She’s going to be more pissed if he doesn’t show up for dinner.
Bella
You and dad need to get over your shit already.
Elena
Do you know who you’re talking to? Matteo’s allergic to apologizing.
Bella
I feel like I’m in high school again.
Matteo
You’re not that far removed from it.
Elena
You’re the oldest, you should be the most mature.
Matteo
I’m not wrong in the argument. Dad knows it and doesn’t want to admit it.
Bella
Oh jeez, here we go again.
Elena
Friday night, Mom’s making dinner and everyone will be there. Including you.
Matteo
We’ll see.
Bella
You’re both annoying.
Matteo
You’re the ones who started it today.
Elena
For god's sake, Matteo. Shelf your ego for once.
Bella
Yeah, what she said.
Istare down at my phone and sigh, my shoulders sagging as I narrow my eyes at the text thread with my two sisters. You would have thought the age gap between the three of us would have made us not as close, but it’s had the opposite effect.
Our parents met, had a one night stand, and then I was born nine months later. The first five years were just Mom and me. Although I was young, I still remember what it was like without Dad around. The instability. The confusion of why the other kids at school had a father and I didn’t.
