Meghan
I sit in the car, the leather seat cool against the back of my legs, but it feels like I’m suffocating. The engine hums faintly, a low, steady thrum, but my mind is far from calm. I can’t stop staring at the restaurant, my eyes fixed on the couple seated just inside the large glass windows. A small, elegant bistro, tucked away on the edge of the city, its warm yellow lights spilling out into the crisp evening air. Inside, they laugh, unaware of me sitting just a few yards away, hidden in the shadows of my car.
Chloe. My younger sister. She’s radiant, as always. Her laughter rings through the quiet night like a song. She’s so effortlessly beautiful, so carefree in her youth. Her long black hair shines in the soft light, and her eyes—bright and full of life—sparkle as she listens t
