The contents of the box didn't warrant the reaction it got out of me. But the meaning behind it felt like a punch to the gut.
Atiella pulled out a simple polka-dot pink dress, the size for a child and stained with blood and dirt.
"What is it? Is that a dress?" Dimitri tried to touch it, but Atiella pulled it back, raising her eyes shakily to meet mine.
"This...these clothes belonged to her, didn't they?" She gestured at the other things in the box.
The star-shaped lunchbox, the small lace shoes, and striped socks. Normal clothes for any ten-year-old girl to wear.
Normal clothes my sister once wore.
"Who? Stella? So Drake actually had her at some point?"
I couldn't bring myself to reply to Dimitri's questions. Not when my mind was caving in on itself.
The blood drying on my fists, t
