Luca and I spent the whole day together. He ditched work to spend time with me and make me more comfortable in his house. Words can't express how this makes me feel. He's so thoughtful, and every sweet gesture threatens to rip me apart and put me back together. I'm not used to being treated this way. Luca makes me feel like I'm important. Like I matter. And although I can't say that I was constantly humiliated or degraded, I most certainly wasn't treated like this. He showed me the spots he loves most about his house. He grew up here, and so he has many fond memories of his youth. I deduced from his talks that he and Miguel are quite close. It reminds me of Mary and I once upon a time. We truly were close. Some of my friends from school back in the day said our relationship wasn't normal. Siblings fought all of the time. I once heard someone say that if siblings hadn't threatened each other with knives at some point in their lives, they weren't truly siblings. To me, threatening Mar

Nobody knows where she is.She disappeared the same day I left home. According to mom, she never said a word to either of them about it. Constance served lunch and went up to her room to call her but she wasn't responding. Constance ignored it and thought that she was just ignoring her and that perhaps she wasn't hungry. She reported this back to mom, who left the table and went upstairs to fetch her. She found the room empty. She cries as she says this, and holds a tissue to her nose. Her shoulders are shaking. I've never seen her this upset before. Still, it has no influence on me whatsoever. I realize that this is the reason why she looked so sad. It isn't because of me. It's because Mary is missing. It's only a matter of time before she starts blaming me for this. I look at dad. "You didn't mention this on the phone.""I didn't think it was something I could say over the phone," he admits. I look at mom. She says nothing else to me. I honestly don't know what to say to them. I

Luca I see Mary before Laura does.My brows crinkle in confusion. I move away from my group of associates without excusing myself. I look around and see that some people are slowly looking at her. Their facial expressions change when they look at her. Why wouldn't they?She's wearing all black, and there's a thin black veil covering her face. I stand behind Laura and place a hand on her shoulder. Stopping her. Reassuring her. I don't know anymore. This is the most bizarre thing that I've ever seen, and I can't deny that a small seed of fear is planting itself in my heart. What's the meaning of this? Why would she come here wearing a black dress? I thought she was missing. This makes no sense. It's like she dyed a wedding gown and veil black. Actually, I think that's exactly what she did. She stares directly at Laura will hollow, empty eyes. If I'm being honest with myself, I don't know how I recognized her so easily. She looks nothing like the charming woman I met during those eve

When I wake up, the room is empty and I have no idea what the time is. I rub my sore and gritty eyes. I can feel how swollen they are from all the crying I did. It's the least of my worries. Everything is hitting me harder than ever right now. My heart pounds in my chest when I look at my bandaged arm which is feeling heavy and sore now. I think I need more painkillers, but I don't want to call for a nurse. I want some time to myself so I can process all of this. It's nearly impossible, but I have to manage. Constance is asleep on the chair in the corner of the room. Seeing her pinches my soul. I'm glad she's here but at the same time, it's yet another reminder of how my family failed me. That they did. All of them. Even dad, who allegedly meant well. I lost a lot tonight, and my family is one of those things. Sure, maybe a few years down the line we might act like nothing ever happened. I might visit them or call them during the holidays, but my love for them is gone. All that's l

I'm discharged in the morning. I wish I could stay at the hospital for longer, because if that was the case then I wouldn't have been forced to make an important decision so early in the morning. Luca offered to take me in because of the situation with my parents. He also said that it wasn't safe for me to stay there with Mary running loose. So much had happened that it never crossed our minds to contact the police and file a report. She should have been arrested for what she did. She tried to kill me. She would most certainly try again because she told me that she would. Luca was so in shock that he didn't think to tell his bodyguard to keep an eye on Mary. Apparently, she ran as soon as she could. It's not that the guy tried to stop her. He didn't know what to do. He knew she was my sister and didn't know how to go about things. So, nobody knew where Mary was. Once again. She was hiding somewhere and making diabolical plans to murder me. My life was in danger. Luca said I'd be sa