“Don’t you know better than anyone how my sister died?”
The broom in Vivienne’s hands clattered to the floor.
The room fell into a deathly silence, broken only by the wind outside the window.
The second year after my sister married Lucian, we all began to change.
My sister’s business grew busier and she often traveled across the country.
The day she received angel-round investment, she was so happy she treated us to a big meal.
Halfway through the meal, my sister received a call from Vivienne, who hadn’t shown up.
“Selene, I got into trouble. They’ve cornered me at a bar.”
Without a second word, my sister put down her spoon and rushed out.
But after that trip, she never came back whole again.
In order to protect Vivienne, my sister was struck hard on the back of her head with a beer bottle.
By the time Lucian and I arrived at the hospital, my sister’s mind had already regressed to that of a five‑year‑old child.
She forgot everything—except me, her little brother.
My world completely collapsed.
I swallowed my grief while taking care of her and at the same time, I cruelly pushed Lucian away.
“When my sister was healthy, she loved you the most. She wouldn’t want you to ruin your whole life for her.”