POV: Victoria 

He kept mute and just stared at me, his hands holding mine on the table. He didn’t need to say too much, his silence and action were enough evidence that he meant what he was saying to me. He doesn’t look too good either, I could tell that he feels hurt. He doesn’t want to hurt me, but he has no choice.

"I don't understand," I whispered to him, my voice trembling. 

"How can I be your sister, Marisol? 

I've lived my whole life as Victoria, and I have a family. I have a mom and a dad, I even have a sister. Eloise and Austin Kendall are...