“So, you aren’t my sister,” I said as I digested the news, my stomach growling then cramping around the weight of the truth. “I am. Of course, I am,” she snapped, stepping forward with anger tightening her pretty face. “Do not ever say that to me again.” “I’m not saying it because we have different fathers,” I said, watching each word cut into her flesh. “I’m saying it because you’ve been keeping so many secrets from me, I feel like I don’t even know you right now.”
Bitch bffr
