Chapter 21
“She watched her for me,” I tell him. “I’d drop her off on my way to work and pick her up at the end of the day. Riley loved her.”
“Riley.” Derek touches the picture, running a hand down Riley’s long hair, sleek and brushed back over her shoulders in the photo. “She has your eyes.”
With a laugh, I admit, “I can never understand when people say stuff like that. To me, she looks like Lisa.”
Derek frowns as he tries to remember who that is. “Your sister? A little, yeah, I guess, but I think she looks a lot like you.”
“It’s the hair.” I run a hand through the thick mop on top of my head—I wear it shorter than I used to, but then again, now I have a respectable business to run. I keep it clipped in the back and parted to one side, and the little bit of length on top barely covers my forehead. But it’s the same shade of brown as Riley’s, though mine is shot through with the first strands of gray.