"Clearly," I couldn't help it but cut in and confirm what she'd just said. Heather pinched me again but harder and I flinched.
Sawyer adjusted and went on.
"Please, I'm begging you, Sheridan, to forgive me," she looked at me, clear panic and fear in her eyes.
I stared at her silently, making her uncomfortable. This girl, like her mother, had been a source to some of my problems from childhood. Was I really gonna forgive her?
Heather left my arm and went to stand close to her sister.
"Sheridan honey, please forgive her. I already have. Please, let everything end up well for everyone. Give her a chance. Please," she looked at me.
I didn't say a word.
"Please, baby. Do it for me then."
I took in a deep breath, contemplating.
"Fine. I forgive you, Sawyer."
She lightened and her sister happily hugged her. Then she turned to me again.
"Thank you, Sheridan."
"Yeah. But I still don't like you."
Heather giggled and Sawyer smiled, uncomfortably.