![]() ![]() By now, it felt like a pair of pliers was digging into her heart. The pressure in her chest had been growing stronger since this afternoon. The day Travis was supposed to come over and help her realize her dreams of fireplace glory. Georgie stopped in front of the dark, empty aerobics room, wondering if she’d gotten the day mixed up. It had been that way since Georgie was a child, and even though she thought it was bullshit, following his directives was as deeply ingrained as the Bob’s Burgers theme music. Two, when their mother wasn’t around, Stephen was next in line to the throne. One, their mother was a saint and must be treated thusly and obeyed in all things, lest the sky come crashing down. The Castle family operated by a strict set of unspoken rules that must never be tested. An infectious disease was the only way Stephen would let her off the hook, although he’d probably still be pissed about her canceling. She signed in at the front desk and moped down the hallway, wishing she’d gotten lucky and contracted malaria. In Stephen’s ongoing quest to keep Kristin as happy as a frolicking bunny, he’d issued the demand for his sisters to make an appearance at Kristin’s first official night as a Zumba instructor. Kristin couldn’t seem to stop getting certified in things. She’d been inside this place once before for an introductory yoga class-and that time had also been her sister-in-law’s fault. ![]() Georgie tightened her hoodie strings as she walked into the torture palace, also known as Fun ’n’ Flirty Fitness. ![]()
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