Outside, the storm was raging with a fury that appeared to reflect Emily's inner struggle. The rain hit the windows of her apartment, and the odd c***k of thunder felt like a warning, a buildup to the chaos she was about to witness. With her arms crossed and a look as piercing as the lightning cutting through the night sky, Olivia rested against the window frame.
As Olivia's words weighed heavily on Emily, she stood motionless in the the center of the room, her breath caught in her throat. James remained on the opposite side of the room, hunched over the couch, his gaze fixed on Olivia. His silence added to the room's tension, like a coiled spring ready to snap.
"You wanted the truth, Emily," Olivia said, her tone calm but venomous. "All right, here it is: I'm your sister."
Emily felt
