And in that moment, everything clicked.
“You left that note,” I said slowly. “The one in the Easter egg. You wanted me to check Mike’s car. You knew I’d come here. You wanted me to see you together… You thought he’d choose you over me.”
Mike looked between us. “What?”
Claire’s lip curled into a sneer.
“You always thought you were better than me. Everyone did. You were always Miss Perfect, and I was just the troubled sister.”
“I never wanted that, Claire. I tried to be close to you. You pushed me away every time.”
She smiled coldly. “And you just proved my point.”
Then she turned and walked away.
