EMILY
Taking her gaze from the frames for a moment, she let out, "True, but I have an excellent memory. I recall your mother did tell us about her love for you both and how much she would miss you girls."
Settling down a seat at the dining, I enquired, "Was that before or after you killed her?"
Smiling as though we were besties, she replied, "You are too pretty to be this silly... of course, it was before."
For one moment, I considered killing her. I considered ripping her apart, at least that way I would avenge my parents, right?
But I couldn't.
I couldn't because I remembered how her— my mother's— eyes were, kind and bright. They weren't vengeful at all, and they reminded me that she wouldn't want me getting any form of revenge. And so, I calmed myself. I would wait for this lunat
