Chapter Sixty-Nine

His words hit me like a blow and when I realised I was already on top of him, holding his dear life by a thread. The teen in the picture, now that I thought about it. She had the same eyes as me, but sort of bluish green ones, and she looked terribly like him. That beautiful girl was my sister, and I couldn’t be happier. But she was a grown woman now, what kind of life did she lead, what horrors had she seen? This man in my hands was a coward who delivered his family to vultures and not once thought about fighting back.