DELILAH
I can't sleep because every time I close my eyes, I keep seeing the photos. Cassy on her knees, collared, looking at Sienna Vale like she's the only thing in the world that matters.
My brilliant, beautiful, cruel sister who once had the world at her feet… reduced to this. And the worst part? She doesn't even see it. She thinks this is penance. She thinks she deserves this.
Maybe she does… I don't know anymore but I can't keep living in this apartment, pretending this is normal like I don't see what's happening right in front of me.
At seven AM, I hear movements in the house, I guess Sienna's up. She's always up early. She runs on coffee, control and probably spite.
I get dressed and walk to the kitchen. Sienna is there, as expected. Sitting at the breakfast bar with her tablet
