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Chapter 2 Sister's Scars

Word Count: 1029    |    Released on: 08/05/2025

o preserve life-but t

flowers, a

stood at the end of the hallway, staring at the door marked 421.

sister. My once-loud, onc

e fantasy that when I walked in, she'd be sitting up in bed, rolling her eyes, ready to

knew b

hand out mira

the room hit me harder than usual. It smel

rk circles sat like bruises beneath her lashes. The IV in her arm beeped with mecha

remembered too clearly what she looked like before. Before the

ore

r beside her, the viny

ehead. She didn't stir. She rarely did anymore. She'd wake, sometimes, drift int

e that s

at her wr

apartment was cold. Said she had scratches from her cat. Lied w

hem now. The s

voice trembling. "I

idn't

d've bee

, not

a story in Brussels about a corrupt biotech firm while Maya's world crumbled here.

ried. I really did. But they broke m

I'd memorized every breath, every stutter.

who she mea

sand-dollar suits and branded virtue. Maya had been an intern at Wolfhart Dynamics-br

ger. Or how that manager made her drinks stronger than they should have been. Or how t

to bleed while the

ow, past the industri

get away with i

rled into fis

not going to stop unti

ed in, wrapped in her old beige coat. Her hair had gone grayer in the last f

re early,"

ldn't

r beside me, not qu

ook she used to love. The on

odd

l hasn't

of us wanted to admit that Maya

t me. "You've

m f

ou shouldn't be ca

m n

. "This crusade you're on... I know you think

revenge. I

nly mothers could-seeing e

lieves she'll get better.

ble to sit s

ed, Mom. I'm in too

Just promise me you won't lo

n't p

sn't sure I

d the hum of late-night traffic. I poured a shot of whiskey and s

Reyna L

e:

out, heiress to Lancaster

private equity holdings, go

investors, philanthropi

oto doctored. Every trace b

. Powerful. Entitled enough to walk into Cassian

rypted browser. A message from

e gala, Friday night. Wolfhart Towe

This was it. The fi

ake. It was anticipation. The kind that

d walked to the mirror that h

stared

hed th

for you," I whispered. "And the

s didn't deserv

they did to g

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