On the other end of the line, Gia laughed. It was a wet, broken sound. “No,” she said, and for once, it wasn’t a performance. There was no audience. No producer. No Netflix deal. Just a fluorescent light buzzing over a hospital bed and a sister who hadn’t spoken to her in 365 days.
Then she thought of the thunderstorm. The way Gia, at seven years old, had looked at her and said, “You won’t leave, right? Even when I’m bad?” is everything ok? gia paige
The dots appeared immediately. Then disappeared. Then appeared again. On the other end of the line, Gia laughed