Alexa

Ciara and I were now outside in the garden as we sat and watched the men at the balcony, gisting and looking our way.

"So tell me, Ciara, what happened?" I asked, remembering we had an unfinished conversation the previous night.

Her eyes narrowed again.

My hand caressed hers gently. "If it's such a painful memory to you, then you don't have to talk about it."

"No, it's fine, sis. I will, I will talk about it." She exhaled deeply as she began. "Please promise to keep this a secret between ...