Sixty-eight

She remained silent, just staring blankly, throat dry, heart pounding until Tristan felt the need to speak.

“Angela, please say something.”

She finally focused her gaze on him, as the blank stare left her face.

“Where is she?” she asked.

“Detained,” Tristan answered.

“Angie, she wants to see you,” Jane said, looking worried. Angela shifted her gaze to Jane as seven of the coldest words she had ever said, fell out of her mouth.

“I have nothing to say to her!”

“She's still your sister…” Tristan was saying, but she cut him short.

“Was my sister! Now, I have no sister. I remember everything she did to me, including hiring those two men to beat me up. I was pregnant! And she knew it. You know what they said to me? They told me that she said they should get rid of it by any means necessary. She's the reason all this is happening. She could have killed you too, Tristan. And you say she's my sister? No, if she were my sister, she would never have done all that to me.”

She yelled, angry tears