At the enry she was searched and checked in afterwards on the reception.

”Your sister is waiting for you in the courtyard, Ms. Porter”

Bette nodded at the receptionist and walked outside. She saw Kit sitting on a deck chair and reading a book. Her sister has been recieving an inpatient care for two weeks already. Her drug addiction was pretty serious. Bette was fed up with constant calls about picking her up from some freaky hellholes and about borrowing money. Bette absolutely did not mind borrowing some money to her sister, but she wasn’t stupid. So she forcibly drove Kit to the clinic with Shane’s help. They decided to keep this information from their father, who still lives in Chicago, their homeland. When he was visiting LA, it was for business. Sometimes he didn’t have time to meet his daughters. Sometimes he didn’t even inform them about his visit. Kit seemed to not care, but Bette was troubled about it. It was like he tried to ignore them, knowing that his daughters were not the ones, whom he could be proud of. Melvin was a respectful lawyer and the fact, that Bette and Kit were not those hard working women he raised, outraged him. First he lost any hope he had for Kit, then for Bette, when she dropped out of college.

”Hey, Kit”

”Sis” Kit beamed, stanting up and embracing Bette tightly. ”I missed you”

Bette smiled good-naturedly and motioned for them to sit down. ”How are you doing?” She asked Kit, getting comfortable on the chair and crossing her legs.

”I’m good. Just had lunch. And Doctor says I’m quite a fighter. The healing is progressing” Kit told, smiling proudly, hoping to gratify Bette.

”I’m glad” Bette nodded.

Kit’s smile started to disappeared bit by bit and her face contorted with regret. She lowered her head and tried to compose herself. ”Bette, I wanted to thank you for putting me in here. I wouldn’t survive any single day living like I used to live. It’s just… I started to love life, I think. It was you who made me love it again” Kit confessed. ”I will always be thankful, sis”

Bette watched her sister, who was fighting the tears. Bette smiled and sat up. She bended to Kit and kissed her forehead, tucking her wild curls behind her ears.