“And?”
“I couldn’t believe what she told me next. She said she didn’t tell me because she didn’t want me to have him all to myself. Then she said that Daddy said that she was better than me. More passionate. A better kisser.” A tear slid down her face. “That’s when I broke...slapped her.”
“You were jealous. Even though he abused you, you’d been special at the same time. Your father’s favorite. The apple of his eye. The one and only.”
“Yes, and how did I not know about Daddy and Sasha? The bastard was unbelievably good at sweet talking his girls to keep his secret. How he could press his face to mine, tell me how special I was, and make me promise to tell no one, not even Sasha. Was I so blind, so taken in, that I neglected to see the closeness between Daddy and Sasha?”
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