As the screen played before Valerie, her fists clenched tightly, her knuckles turning white. She ground her jaw, glaring at the scene. Her bitchy sister never changed.
After Sienna's betrayal years ago, Valerie had held on to a thin shred of hope that Sienna might change. But she had been wrong. Sienna shattered whatever was left of that hope.
Fûck! How could such a vile woman be her sister? Ever since their parents' death, Sienna had been her only relative in London. But now, it seemed Valerie was truly alone.
From this moment on, Sienna was dead to her.
She slammed her laptop shut, swung her legs off the couch, grabbed her jacket, and headed out for a drink.
At home, Morticia couldn't sleep. She tossed and turned in bed, her eyes wide open.
How was he? Was he okay? Of course not. T
