“It’s good to see you again, sister.”
The voice was sweet…too sweet. Celeste, with her flawlessly curled blonde hair and those sparkling blue eyes, walked in like she owned the air we breathed. She pulled me into one of her signature tight fake hugs.
My arms stiffened at my sides.
It can’t be real.
She called me sister.
No, no, no.
“I saw you,” I whispered, stepping back from her grip. “In the hospital. The same one my mom was in. You were there with… with a man you called your father.”
Celeste tilted her head, a sly smile playing on her lips. “And?”
I turned to Joseph. “She can’t be my sister.”
Alex now perched on a chair several feet away, deep in hushed conversation with a man in spectacles. He didn’t look up, didn’t glance in my direction.
“Daddy!” Celeste cooed, strutting ov
