My eyes widened.
From the car window, I saw my sister, Gretta, alone inside a coffee shop in a city, two hours away from Einsworth Manor. At first, I was so suspicious about where Marissa would take me, but seeing my sister peacefully sipping a cup of coffee not too far away from the car made me want to run outside and call her name.
To tell her I was here.
I bit my trembling lower lip as tears trickled down my face. I thought I already cried all the tears I had last night, but seeing my sister after a long time of hiding made the pain worse. The guilt I felt hit me twice because I couldn’t let her know where I was. I couldn’t let her know the situation I was in or how I ended up being there.
“I just had a thought that maybe you needed to see your sister,” Marissa murmured beside me wh
