Karla’s POV…
It’s been days since reality really dawned on me. The few years of experience and connection I had with my step-sister seemed to overplay with each passing day.
Not like I cared much but it seemed quite unreal that she was totally out of the way and I could begin to accomplish all I have dreamt of.
“Karla?!” My mother’s voice called from the door to my room.
“Yes, mother!” I answered by turning to look at her.
“We have to go for the burial.” She said and the real way I felt suddenly came back.
“I will be down very soon Mother, give me time to weep over my dead sister.” The words left my lips easily now.
“You have 10 mins.” Mother warned and closed the door.
“Dead sister..” the words left my lips and I balled into a wicked chuckle.
“Time to catch up where we left,” I
