Con Artist| 57

The twins and I sat quietly in the waiting room, anxiously waiting for the doctors operating on Xania to tell us something. I looked at my hands dried up with her blood, my shirt was no different. I stared at my hands and all I could think about was how this was my fault. 

A lot of ‘What-if’ thoughts had passed through my mind and the result still all came down to one thing, it’s my fault. 

“Where’s my sister!” My head turned to where the screaming came from. She looked hysterical and her hands were balled up into fists on the counter as she questioned her sister's whereabouts. 

“Zada,” I croaked out and cleared my throat. “Zada!” I said with a deeper voice, she looked over to us and I could see her bloodshot eyes. She released a breath befor