Scarlett

A knock at the door broke through the afternoon quiet, drawing my attention to Alisha. “Luna?”

“Who is it?” I called out.

“It’s me,” came her familiar voice.

“Come in.” The door creaked open as Snow entered, her head bowed respectfully. “What do you want, Snow?”

“Luna,” she said, maintaining her deferential posture. “Someone is here for you.”

I straightened myself before I rose on my feet, instantly alert. “Who?” Visitors were rare enough, but I had no one who would seek me out. “Name?”

“Nina,” Snow replied softly. “She identified herself as your sister.”

The name struck me like a punch. The last time I saw her was...