Her Sister's Promises Pt. 2
Bound by resemblance, shattered by lust: a character-driven spiral into taboo. Their apartment was spotless, except for the silence thick as blood. The TV was dark, the window cracked for air, and Livy stood there like a loaded gun, arms crossed, a tremble under her skin that wasn’t illness anymore—it was fury. “Do you even remember their names?” she spat, a bitter lilt curling her words into a knife. Her face—Sadie's face—twisted in disgust, eyes burning from across the room. Sadie sat hunched on t...