Fiancé to Fiend, Sister to Slayer

n felt cold

e's

table with Chloe's high school graduation photo. She

the urn b

rst open, slammin

o his arm like a designer leech. H

"If it isn't the dearly departed's sister. And what's this? D

rn, a flicker of something

w me. Real

uld have known. Your family will stoop to anything,

ooled. She probably scooped up some dirt from the yard. Try

nted a blood red, r

hand swiped empty air. She stumble

crack. "Have you learned nothin

ng but resolute. "Get out!" she screamed, her voice

a menace! That farm was supposed to help her! If she

hinged as she was. A few weeks at the farm will teach you some re

empty. I di

," I

urprised by my

able, cradling it. I looked at C

, the cheap kind Mom bought from th

she'd whisper, he

ss a small, bright sp

e yea

cornered Chloe on her way home from middl

lowing, sile

She never saw me emerge from the alley, my

s house burned down. The

it a tragic accide

ver, washing my hands, a smal

ittent Explosive Disorder. PTSD

ocked

sited ev

she'd say, her breath fogging the th

ast v

erful. We'll have a small thing in the

shes were

m. "Emily... no."

ed her

ering sigh and step

ed out with Mark, Jess