“J-Julia!” My eyes locked on my sister’s wide orbs as she gasped for air.
Her body jolted as my hand hovered over the button that would end her life.
Despite the situation, my vision blurred with tears as I recalled everything we used to be — all the possibilities she killed.
I leaned, her familiar scent filling my nostrils. She reminded me of cinnamon, the scent of our father cooking in the kitchen while his two daughters played tag in the vast Knight Estate.
Before the suspicions, before the jealousy, before we were old enough to feel. Before loving my husband, Lovie was just my older sister.
The one my father begged to protect as he died from the brakes of my car she tampered with.
I swallowed, my hands retreating from the button. Lovie’s body slacked against the sheets as t
