Nina

The room felt cold, not from the air, but from the weight of my actions and the knowledge of what I had done.

My hands trembled as I pressed them into my lap, fighting to keep my breathing steady. Scarlett would be back soon, and I couldn’t afford to lose my composure. Not now.

I had always been good at playing the part of the victim. My sister’s protective nature made it easy. A trembling lip, downcast eyes, and a quiver in my voice, and Scarlett would do anything ...