MILENA’S POV

As soon as the door shut behind me, I leaned against it, feeling my pulse race beneath my skin.

Oh fuck.

It had been years. And of all the ways I had imagined meeting my sister—my ex-sister, if that could even be a word—this wasn’t it.

I had planned speeches in my head for years. Words that would cut deep and put her in her place. Monologues about betrayal, about how she had stolen everything from me. I had wanted to see her broken, to finally reclaim my dignity after ...