GIANNA
I waited for Victoria to flounce into the room once she saw me sitting there. “What’s she doing here? I thought she was away on some fancy vacation? Mom, when did you get home? You look like…heck. So, what are we all doing here?” She flopped down on a chair across from me so she could better glare at me, I guess.
“Gia wanted us all here. Go ahead, what is it you’d like to say?”
“Becky, you wanna sit? This might take a minute.” She looked at me with something approaching malice, but I fought not to look away like a scared little mouse.
“We’re waiting, Becky.” I eyed the glass in dad’s hand when he said that. I don’t know how I missed the amber-colored liquid and the bottle beside him at the foot of his chair. I don’t think I’d ever seen him drink, that’s why.
