Scarlett
The anger from the loan sharks still burned in my chest like acid. I couldn’t go straight home yet. My mind was too loud, too chaotic. I needed something to numb it.
“Change of plans,” I told the taxi driver. “Take me to a bar first. Any decent one on the way.”
The driver nodded and turned onto a different road. As we drove through the dimly lit streets, the evening sky already turning deep purple, my eyes caught something that made my stomach drop.
There, standing by the roadside under a flickering streetlight, was Martha.
My little sister.
She was dressed in a short skirt that barely covered her thighs and a revealing top that left very little to the imagination. She was laughing and talking closely with a man, their hands touching, bodies leaning into each other like they
