C H A P T E R - N I N E T E E N
Then, since I might be a feminine fool, I turned open my phone to find Falcone's phone numbers on my contact list. The bar highlighted "Isabelle" as I scrolled down.
I fixed my gaze on my sister's name. Then I remembered that the best case situation was my sister entering the witness protection program, and I avoided thinking about the worst case scenario since they threatened to give me hives.
Then I grabbed a wayward hair, hit go, and placed it behind my ear.
“What?" she said.
Oh my God. She responded!
“Isabelle? Gia here."
"I understand, bitch."
Okay, maybe I didn't mind if my sister went into the witness protection program.
The issue was that I was preoccupied with the worst-case possibilities.
"Are you all right?" I inquired.
"What does it matter? ”
"Isabelle - -"
"Listen, I've got sh*t to do. Don't spend my time calling and pretending you don't care, okay? ”
"I do give a sh*t," I said.
“Right.”
Sarcasm.