Scarlett

“Sister, are you sure you are going to kill him?”

It was her. It was a familiar and beloved voice that I could never forget, not in a thousand lifetimes.

The sound froze me in my tracks, sending chills down my spine.

I turned slowly, my heart hammering against my ribs, knowing exactly who stood behind me even before my eyes confirmed it.

It was my sister, the one person who could see through my lies.

“Alisha,” I whispered her name, the sound barely escaping my trembling lips. “Why are you here?”

Her eyes, so like my own, searched my face, confusion and hurt swimming in their depths. “You...