Jasmine
I didn’t say a word. I just stood there watching her.
“Oh!” Cassandra smiled sheepishly, her cheeks flushing a light pink as she stood in the doorway. “I didn’t know you were coming, sister, or I’d have made plans for you. Please, come in.”
I looked past her shoulder at the cramped, dimly lit interior of her apartment, then shook my head. “I don’t want to.”
“Oh.” She lowered her eyes, her shoulders slumping. “Okay. But I’d really like for you to sit down. I could make something for you... some ramen? It’s really all I have at home right now.”
“I’m not here for dinner,” I said. “I’m just here to talk. What is your real name? Where did you grow up? Who put you up to this?”
Cassandra bowed her head, her fingers twisting together nervously. “My name is Cassandra Vance, but you ca
