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Amara Holt the reflection of Emily

作者: Barati Haizel
last update 最終更新日: 2025-09-01 11:12:05

Delilah’s Point of view

It had been two days since Rosaline died, and I still had not left my room.

The curtains were drawn, the air stale with the heavy perfume of wine bottles scattered across the floor. My sister was gone, ripped from the world in the most humiliating way possible, and the more I thought about it, the more I realized how badly I had failed her. I did not even go to identify her body , instead I sent our uncle who has arranged Rosaline’s funeral to take place tomorrow.

When Rosaline’s affair with Jackson became public, I should have handled it differently. I should have protected her, confronted her privately, anything but the cold silence and humiliation I gave her. She was my blood, my sister, and my only anchor in this miserable world and yet I had let my anger speak louder than my love. And now… now it was too late to say I was sorry.

The past two days had also shown me something I had never wante
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