After two years of her letters, I’ve gotten familiar with the quirks of her mind. I might not know what my stepsister looks like, not having seen her since she was a toddler, but I have a really good idea of how she thinks. She may have tried to tell me that whatever happened was “not a big deal,” but I’m sure-as-shit convinced that it was. And regardless of the lack of familial feelings toward her, I won’t allow anyone to come after one of mine.
