Nina
The room felt cold, not from the air, but from the weight of my actions and the knowledge of what I had done.
My hands trembled as I pressed them into my lap, fighting to keep my breathing steady. Scarlett would be back soon, and I couldn’t afford to lose my composure. Not now.
I had always been good at playing the part of the victim. My sister’s protective nature made it easy. A trembling lip, downcast eyes, and a quiver in my voice, and Scarlett would do anything for me. She had no idea who I truly was or what I was capable of.
Poor Sarah. She had no idea either.
Sarah had become a hindrance. Her unwavering loyalty to Scarlett had become a problem. The way she shielded Scarlett made me feel disgusted. This wasn’t about Sarah - the poor, innocent maid of Scarlett. Scarlett’s pre
