“Hi.”
I was looking for my keys and, hearing this voice, I look up to find Mel leaning against the door of my apartment. A horrified exclamation escapes my lips. She’s wearing sunglasses but they fail to hide the huge black eye and her split lip on a gigantic bruise. Then my gaze drops to her meagre suitcase and I immediately guess that she’s looking for a place to hide.
We may not get along very well, but she’s my sister. My mother’s daughter and the same blood flows in her veins as in mine.
“Move out of the way, I’ll open it.”
She obeys while nervously clearing her throat. I notice the way her fingers tighten on the handle of her luggage; they are almost white.
Once the door is unlocked, I wait for her to get inside and close it behind her. At the moment, there’s only one mattress i
