I saw my sisters Mia and Frade return after half an hour. Mia sported a low-cut bodice, a short skirt, and big sunglasses that nearly obscured her entire face. She walks alongside Frade, rubbing herself against him, but she can't keep up with him.

“I can't accept that she has the same face as you,” Liv said, sitting next to me in a voice I could only hear. “She dresses like a p.rostitute.”

“She's my sister.” I looked at the two people who had come in, “Though I didn't want to admit it.”

I observed as they entered the living room through the front door. When Mia noticed me, she...