Sooo, after I scribbled this one, my brain started whirring, with lots of ideas stemming from this story – that can only be a good thing, right?
I stop at the doorway, listening, the photograph in my hand.
“He suspects,” Mum says. “Should we tell him?”
“She killed someone, Diane,” Dad says. “He’s better off not knowing.”
I look down at the sister I didn’t know about until last week.
She’s alive. I’m going to find her.
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