Cal let out a breath and reached an arm out to wrap around his sister. For all that his morals tended to linger somewhere in the gray area, he wasnât a complete and total bastard. He could see that his sister was upset by what she had done, even if it had been an accident. He might not tell her exactly what she wanted to hear, but maybe it would be something she needed to hear.
âSweetheart, if itâs any consolation, Iâm sure theyâll be fine. If theyâre from the Upper East Side, it means they have money. Someone will either recognize them, or theyâll take them to the cops and find their mommies and daddies. They could use a few hours not knowing who they are.â
That was the problem, though. It wasnât an accident. She felt bad about it, yeah, but in the moment? She absolutely knew what she was doing. She was angry, hurt and she...she wanted to punish them. It was after the fact that the guilt had settled in.
Leaning into Cal, she listened, nodding as he assured her she hadnât doomed them to endless wandering like some ghosts in a Victorian novel. There was just one thing... âIâm not entirely sure itâs a âfew hoursâ kind of thing. I donât...the memory loss might be permanent. I...Iâve never done this before.â Which meant she wasnât entirely sure the extent of what she did.
