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All he had to do was report to the infirmary. I don't know why my parents decided to register me, but seven years later this decision saved my sister. Fira has lived all her life without leaving home, she has never seen the sunlight, she has never felt the wind on her face and she has not seen other Lierians except for the three of us. But even such a fate was much better than the one that Crime had prepared for her.

“You lost our son because you were addicted to gambling and made enemies with a gang leader. That’s why they took him away. Joan isn’t even our real child! Why do you care about her?! “The one you should care about is Jenna. She’s still in the hospital! “But it’s okay. I’ve found a way to save Jenna. Just watch.” My mom had lost her mind. My dad did not believe her and tried to approach Joan. Joan was in so much pain that she said, “I’m sorry! I was wrong! I shouldn’t have treated Jenna like that. I know I messed up. Take my kidney and give it to her!” However, my mom simply laughed. “One kidney? That’s not enough.” I floated above her and said, “It’s too late. I’m already dead.” Unfortunate

The book flutters to the floor, forgotten. His warm brown eyes pierce into mine. I am on top of him, my body pressed against him. His eyes move away from mine, landing lower. I follow his gaze. My boobs are pressed against his chest. He is staring at them, and I feel my face flush. Panic wells in my chest as I remember that my sister is in the kitchen downstairs, and the door is still unlocked. What if she walks in on us like this? I struggle to sit up, but his hands tighten on my hips, holding me in place. I want to tell him to let me go, but the words die on my lips.

I shouted, "Jessica, I'm still your sister!" Jessica growled, "What kind of bullcrap sister? I've always been prettier and luckier than you. Why do you get all the good things in the end, while I turned into a mess? "Don't worry. As long as you cooperate, I'll make your death quick." She wanted to kill me again and restart everything, but Brett was too scared. After all, this was a prison sentence waiting to happen.

Its roof sagged, its walls were cracked, and the windows that had once been painted with saints were now jagged shards of broken glass. Clara wrapped her shawl tightly around her shoulders as she approached in the pale gray light of dawn. Her breath clouded in the chill air, her heart pounding faster with every step. The letter still rested in her pocket, its words echoing in her mind. The truth you seek about your sister lies within your family’s past. Meet me at the old chapel before dawn. Come alone. The stillness of the morning pressed on her. No birds sang. No breeze stirred. It was as though the world itself was holding its breath.

No, she orders in her authoritative voice. When Killian comes within hearing distance, Andrea speaks again, “I'm not doing this because I have the hots for you. I mean I had a crush on you ages ago, but not now.” She rolls her eyes, changing her tone, “I care for you so that my brother doesn't get a heart attack and dies earlier than intended. So, you better be careful, pretty boy.” Blush coats his cheeks, hearing her speak about something like this so nonchalantly. “What a loving sister I have. Wow, I'm so touched that it feels like my heart is out in the open, getting kissed by a gentle breeze.” Comes a sarcastic remark from Killian.

I rummaged through everything, searching, frantically looking for more things that I had possibly looked over or missed. Just when I was at the brink of giving up, I found something. In a small tourist guide book, tucked into the back cover, I found another note. More than one. Same ink. Same drawings. Jokes scribbled in the corners, inside references I didn’t understand. And she’d kept them. Why?.Why would she keep notes? One's that she hadn't written herself no less? Suddenly, I thought of something. A possibility to all this mess. A link to my sister's death. Was Carissa seeing someone and she hadn't told me anything?

I so wanted to stop the beatings when we came home, but mother led me upstairs - or dragged me, and locked my bedroom door. Inside the bookstore an elderly gentleman greets me, and I smile back at him but then he narrows his eyes, “You look very familiar. Have we met before?” He asks, and I shake my head. “I don’t think so, sir. But I am actually here to ask if you know my sister, or know somebody who did?” “Who is your sister, young man?” “Her name is Isabella.” “No, we don’t know her. Now you must leave.” He pushes me towards the door, but I slide out of his grip.

Her long, slim henna-tattoed arms were snaked around his neck and their mouths were joined, drinking ravenously from each other. I was not angry, not really. I was incredulous that Jacob would kiss my sister in public, in broad daylight. And that my sister would kiss Jacob in broad daylight, in public. Did he not know how I felt about him? Did he really care? Did he really like me or was it all in my head? Had I read the signs wrong? I sat outside in the evening, ignoring the whining of mosquitoes and the biting breeze, pondering on why Luc would kiss Jacob. Did she not know how I felt about him? Did she not care? Had she liked him all these while?