Sweet Nothing by Jamie McGuire, Teresa Mummert Read Free Book Online Page A

times death got too close.”
    “I thought cats only had nine lives. You’re pushing your luck. Have a seat and tell me about it.”
    I sank down on the black cushioned seat that reminded me of a dentist chair and described the moments before impact. It paled in comparison to some of my other close encounters, but this time we’d all walked away relatively unscathed, leaving me waiting for the other shoe to drop. I shuddered at the thought of Avery almost losing her life right before my eyes. As if having those memories of my sister on loop weren’t hellish enough, now I had Avery’s close call to torment me. Since I had been young, it had seemed like I was a magnet for bad things. Guilt flooded my gut as I thought of how selfish it was for me to continue to pursue Avery knowing that fact.
    I’d earned my first stripe at just seven, although it wouldn’t be branded on my body until years later. For the first time, my curse had made itself known, taking from my life one of the most important people to me, shaping me into the aimless mess I was now.
    “Can I take Kayla fishing?” I asked Mom as she finished mixing the batter for my sister’s birthday cake. She was turning three years old, and half our family from across Liberty County was coming over to celebrate.
    “Kayla?” Mom yelled as she wiped the back of her hand across her forehead, leaving a powder-white residue.
    My baby sister came clunking down the stairs from her bedroom, her yellow teddy bear, Oliver, clenched in her little fist.
    “Cake?”
    “Not yet, sweetie. Go out back and play with your brother. I’ll let you know when it’s ready. Josh, you make sure you watch her.” My mother’s firm stare met mine and I nodded, grabbing Kayla’s free hand and tugging her toward the back door. I didn’t need to be reminded to watch my little sister.
    We slipped into the yard and both broke out into a full sprint as we made our way to the small boat dock at the edge of our rural Georgia property.
    Kayla stopped with the toes of her tennis shoes on the first slat of wood.
    “Come on, Kayla. You’re a big girl now. I have to teach you to fish. Dad is too busy, so it’s my job.” I grabbed the two sticks I’d spent the day working on. Tied to the ends were some old fishing line and plastic bait. I held one out for my sister, who beamed from ear to ear.
    “Come on.” I turned and walked to the end of the dock with the pitter-patter of her small feet not far behind me.
    We sat on the edge, our feet dangling over the water as we soaked up the hot southern sun. We didn’t catch anything because I knew mom would freak out if I took any of Dad’s hooks for my new poles, but Kayla didn’t mind. She had fun just the same.
    “I’m hungry.” Kayla pouted as a warm breeze pushed her dark, shoulder-length curls across her face.
    I looked back at the house just beyond the trees. It wasn’t that far. She could sit on the dock alone for the couple of minutes it would take me to run to the pantry and back. “I’ll grab us some crackers if you watch my line.”
    Kayla nodded in agreement, and I handed her my stick. I stood, brushing the dirt from my bottom. “Be still, Kayla. No dancing or nothin’ until I get back. Just hold the poles.”
    She nodded, peering up at me with her big, sparkly eyes, looking happy and tiny and a little pink already from the sun.
    “I’ll get you a hat, too,” I said. I hurried back across the yard and into the kitchen, excited the family would all be there soon.
    “No junk food,” my mother warned, her eyebrow raised as she continued prepping for the party.
    “I know, Mom.” I grabbed a box of crackers and pulled open the fridge as the front screen door squeaked on its hinges. Dad was home from work.
    “Where’s my birthday girl?” he yelled. I could tell in his voice he was tired, but he smiled for Kayla anyway.
    “She’s out back playing,” my mother replied.
    Dad leaned in and kissed Mom on the cheek before