The Rest Is Light
In my previous life, I clung to Mom's last words when she said, "Be patient, Jo. Be gentle on your sister. I'm the one who's failed you..."
I did just that, and what did it get me? A downfall with no coming back.
Thinking about that past life, the secrets I stumbled upon, I could not help but crack a wry smile.
I did not lose it right then and there. Instead, I took my time, closing in on her with each calculated step.
I leaned in, my voice a hushed whisper by her ear, "Imagine, sis, if Cascade City woke up to headlines screaming that the Smiths' precious Rebecca, the jewel they've doted on for over two decades, isn't actually a Smith by blood. What then?"