His Sister

Hadley’s POV

If eyes could kill, I'd have been dead before the eggs hit the table.

Valerie had been glaring at me all through breakfast, and I mean all through — from the moment Brooke set down the orange juice to the last piece of toast, and at this point, I was genuinely concerned she was going to strain something. Dad was going on about some new car he'd been looking at, completely unbothered,