DALA
‘DALANTHA! Why aren’t you picking up my calls!?”
I could hear her yell it from a pack away as I stared at the texts, followed by some photos that contained God knows what. I sighed and opened them too.
Little did I know I’d need some mental hesitation to handle what my eyes fell upon. The moment I saw the photos, everything in me went still.
Isabella was hooked up to wires and tubes, her normally smug face paler than I’d ever seen it.
All my resentment toward my aunt and her daughter just didn’t matter at that moment. What the hell was going on?
My hands were still trembling when the phone rang. Aunt Claudette’s name flashed across the screen, and I already knew how this was going to go. I answered anyway, inching the phone away from my ears before she blew up my eardrums.
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