Savanna’s P O V

THREE YEARS AGO

“Sure, sis. Only because it’s your birthday.” Natasha mused, putting the paintbrush down and grabbing my hand before stepping out of her room.

We walked out of the house hand in hand, smiling at each other and got into the white car, buckling ourselves into the seat before driving off. I made sure she was all buckled before I pulled out of the long winding driveway.

I made sure she was safe. We were safe and careful. But luck ...