Marco

"Marco. I wasn't expecting you so soon. You couldn't wait 'till later?" I kiss my sister on her cheek. Grinning as I stand in the foyer of the white Victorian-style home. It's a suburban housewife dream. And a sick joke of my sisters.

Anya picked it out because it was identical to most of the homes secured behind this gated community.

"I know you weren't going. I was shocked; you even made an appearance at the funeral. Did you manage to shed a tear or ...