“You should hate me,” Josie whined as soon as she opened the door, her face pulled down into a pitiful pout. “You might as well. Everybody else does. I’m just unlovable.”
Lizzie felt a sad pang in her chest. “You’re not unlovable, Jo. I love you.” She moved to sit next to her sister. “And I forgive you.”
“Good.” Josie grinned a little too quickly. “Then I’ll forgive you too.”
Lizzie smiled gratefully, too relieved to be confused. She just moved on. “Hope was the one who made the miracle potion, wasn’t she?”
“Only to suck up to Dad, I’m sure,” Josie scoffed with a laugh. 
“Ugh. She’s the biggest kiss-ass I’ve ever met.”
Josie giggled.
“But …” Lizzie said slowly. “Maybe she’s not so bad.” 
Josie looked over quickly, the laughter gone from her eyes. “You’re not going soft on her, are you? She’s spent years making us feel like we’re not enough. You can’t forgive her for everything she’s done to us.”
“That was years ago -”
“Don’t be stupid, Lizzie. People don’t change.”
“Right.” Lizzie nodded along. “Saving my life does not make up for everything else she’s put us through.”
“Exactly.”