Chapter 22
Lotte’s chest was heaving with rage as she hurried after Anna, fists clenched and eyes cast down at her shoes...the very same plimsolls the traitorous woman in front of her had given her as a birthday gift. Suddenly, her feet itched as if they were covered in poison.
“An–” Lotte opened her mouth to blast her sister with all of the vitriol these last few months had created in her breast the moment Anna motioned for her to sit on the stretcher in the examination room. But her sister shook her head emphatically and placed a finger over her lips.
What the hell is she doing? Lotte pursed her lips, her eyes blazing anger that needed no words.
“No talking, Lotte,” Anna whispered with a warning glare in her eyes that Lotte knew all too well. If Anna had this look, she meant it.
So,
