Something fishy

Ayisha knew her sister too well. Tessa wasn’t just a friend now, she was her sister. They were now sisters.

They had been through storms together—betrayals, losses, humiliations, and wars fought in courtrooms and boardrooms. Tessa had always been her anchor: steady, transparent, incapable of keeping even the smallest secrets. If she had a bad dream, she told Ayisha. If she had a new thought about their lawsuit, she shared it immediately.

But lately, something was ...