It was never about Sheryl Peters.
She shouldn't have been the first person that Jordan learned about. She should have come last. But since the cat was out of the bag already, Gal had to move on to the next thing.
"What if she died?" Jordan asked.
Gal swallowed a lump forming in her throat, she didn't understand why her brother was getting over Sheryl getting hit by the car. It was not like she broke a leg or a hand. But there he was still trying to ask the most unwanted questions.
Gal glanced around the room; it was amazing. It fitted her. At least in the eyes of Jordan and Sheryl. At first, Sheryl planned to arrange it as she remembered the one at the Ryder Pack. Jordan had told her they should incorporate two.
The style he remembered his sister loving and the style of Gal's bedroom in the Ryder Pack.
