Ash grabbed me by the arm and pulled me off to the side. Her nostrils flared. “Did you sing to her?” My heart galloped. “What?” “Lucy. She’s been nice, ever since… graduation.” She leaned in, her fists balled at her sides. “Did you sing to her or not? Answer me.” I ran my hand through my hair, caught. “I just told her to knock off the attitude, either that or…” I was going to slap her across the face. “I mean… she’s your sister, and this is a special day for you.” “Not by blood, she’s not.” Ash hardened her jaw. Then her eyes flashed with horror. She stepped back, almost knocking over the fabric wall. “You sang to my mother, didn’t you?” Her voice raised an octave. “Didn’t you?” “Ash.” I took her arm gently, but she yanked it away. “Answer me!” “I might have…”
