"Maybe Papa just wants to be seen with a hot young man in uniform," Sarah said, flicking her hair out of her eyes. "I can't blame him." Ollie was, after all, extremely hot. But in reality, he was probably getting the third degree. Which was probably less because Oliver Byrd was a man as much as it was because of. Well.

Jesse. Sarah frowned a little bit and chewed on the base of her thumb before she shrugged. "I'm fine," she said after a moment, and lifted her eyes to meet her twin's. "Really," she said. "I'm okay. I want him to die a little bit, but I'm okay."