Riya's POV
“Hey.” Nadia had a surprised look on her face as she opened the front door to see Hiram and I, standing side by side. She was wearing a short lingerie gown and looked like she was just straight off the shower. I caught her eyes darting behind her occasionally, as if expecting something to spring up behind her.
My eyes stared at the small mole under her chin. Even though it wasn't as visible as Kelly's, it was still there and its presence on her chin was evident. I wondered how ridiculous I was going to sound, telling Nadia that because of her coincidental car crash story that sounded like my sister's, and the small mole that rested on her chin, she was my dead sister.
I bet I would sound like a clown. But I'd rather be perceived as a clown than let everything go without dig
