Chapter 97: Luke's POV

Minnie is not a morning person. I lived with her this summer and it's one of the first things I learnt. After I got my laptop crushed under her rusty old car. So technically, the second thing I learnt. Minnie has many moods. And since I'm on zero hours of sleep, I'm here thinking of them. Before coffee Minnie... Singing in the shower... Flailing in nature... Math Minnie Every one of those temperaments were frustrating and endearing at the same time. I ran a hand through my hair. Why do I keep repeating her name? Maybe I was going insane. That's it. She's turning me crazy. My half-brother was sitting back in my car, looking like a watermelon, while he waited for me to return. He can wait. I twisted the handle and pushed open the door to number 4. "Luke Dawson," Mrs Ripley exclaimed as she saw me enter through the unlocked front door. I'd forgotten to knock. Minnie's mom had a briefcase in one hand and a coffee