Chapter 12

SOPHIE WESLEY

The door to the kitchen opened, then footsteps followed.

I didn't need to turn around to know who had walked in.

Only one person walks like she owns this house.

I turned anyway.

Ivy leaned against the counter in a familiar white gown, a rehearsed and comfortable smile already in place.

"Hey, sis." She straightened, arms folded in front of her. "I just want us to get along. I don't mean any harm."

I kept my back to her and continued what I was doing... Making orange fruit juice.

A sigh. Then footsteps.

I turned. She was close now, arms crossed, the smile gone, something sharper...