-Lust is the ultimate seducer, whispering sweet nothings in the dead of night.
EARL
“You’re not actually leaving are you?.”
Eighteen year old me glances at my twelve year old sister, with her ponytail and her braces.
Her eyes are filled with tears as she grips onto the frame of my bedroom door and her bottom lip is wobbling so hard she has to bite it to keep it still.
Rosalind.
If I did this, I would be leaving her behind.
And for a minute I consider just taking out all the clothes from my bag and abandoning this plan.
But I can’t. If I stay here any longer, I’m going to kill him, father or not.
Turning away from my sister, I stuff another shirt into my duffel bag, not even caring to look at which one it is.
“I have to Rosalind. You heard him.”
“He’s just mad.” Rosalind whimpe
