Page 93 of Drama Queen

“Seriously, could you not kiss in front of me?” I joked. Or was I joking? I really didn’t want to see the man who felt like a brother to me, making out with my baby sister!

“Sorry, Braxton. I just had so much fun with him and then my body betrayed me.” She laughed, but there was no humor behind it.

“Yeah, they thought Ethan assaulted you and then turned himself in, though, he never admitted to any wrongdoing,” I explained. “You put us through quite a scare. But I need to tell you what happened. We had to make a call since you couldn’t, and I pray you don’t resent us for it,” I told Lily.

“I already know, and I’m glad you took that horrendous thing from me. I knew I had cervical cancer. I was planning to start chemo next week,” Lily admitted, a little reluctantly as she looked between both of us.

“Really? And you never told us?” I was furious that she hid something so serious from me.

“I was busy with work. I took off work on Tuesday for the first chemo treatment.” She nodded to Ethan.

“You knew about this?” I looked at Ethan, ready to punch his brains through the wall.

“What? No. I knew she requested the day off. I knew she was taking extra time to get ahead, so she could have a few days off. I had no idea about the diagnosis, no,” he answered, and we all took a deep breath.

“Little sister, please, in the future, tell me when you have a chronic or life-threatening diagnosis.” I gave her a hug.

“Miss Buchanan, once you have fully recovered, I’d like to take you out on a proper date and treat you like the queen you are.” Ethan smiled and looked at her as if she were the ball the puppy always wanted.

“I’d love that”—she kissed him—“but you should know the only thing I’m the queen of is the queen of disaster.”

“The queen of disaster,” I repeated. Appropriately fitting.

“Yes, my little sister, the queen of disaster.”

The end.

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