Chapter 58 Avery

• “Mind if we talk?” She asks, squeaky and meek, but I don’t buy the remorseful behavior. I’m staring into a face I have a million times, but it’s different. The trust between is now tattered shreds, remnants left behind, unable to return to their original state. Try as we might, it’ll never be what it was.
• “Depends,” I’m cold, remaining stoic and steady, pulling Drake’s tricks from my arsenal. His influence has prepared me for this moment, this unhappy reconnection. “Are you going to continue lying to me or finally tell me we’re sisters?”
• “You know?” She flinches as if she’d been struck, my question a whip, lashing at her subconscious. “Drake told you?”