The Meeting

JEREMY'S POV

We gather in the insanely cramped space that is Mallory's room and I feel her eyes poking lasers into the back of my head. She's not happy with my presence and neither am I. Without a doubt, I believe that if she hadn't tipped the fucking police, Josephine would be here amongst us. Amongst them, at least.

Any problems I have with Josephine are between her and I and no one has the right to interfere.

I yell the words at the brick-headed Mallory and she yells back that anything that concerns Jo is also a concern of hers. She didn't travel across the Pacific to watch her best friend fall apart over an arrogant prick with no heart and do nothing about it.

Kendrick, who'd been glaring lasers into Mallory's head also comes to her support. They're all sisters, she says and they live to support each other because that’s the only way they can thrive.

I laugh at their bullshit talk, mocking them with my reply. If they were such a tight-knit support group, why'd they leave Jos