I nodded.
That was all I had wanted.
I didn’t need him to shout at Kayla or humiliate her.
I needed him to stand beside me.
Three days later, I discovered that he had been doing something else, too.
He had been looking for rooms to rent.
He hadn’t told me because he didn’t want to make a decision about my sister without me.
But he had realized that our arrangement needed a plan.
And that was why, on Sunday morning, when Kayla appeared in the kitchen wearing her towel for what felt like the hundredth time, Andrew finally decided to answer her test with one of his own.
He set down his coffee.
Then he looked at her.
“You’ve been calling this a test all week, right?”
Kayla brightened.
“Exactly.”
“Good.”
He picked up his phone.
“Congratulations, Kayla. You passed.”
Her smile widened.
“Oh? And what exactly did I win?”
