Emily shook her head, her heart swirling with emotions she could not quite name. Emotions she couldn't place her hand on. They tangled inside her—hurt, disbelief, longing, and maybe hope.
Yes, hope.
She understood the rule that one shouldn't be softhearted to people who don't value them.
But what she felt wasn't just softness. She felt it was odd.
Odd that the people she had always called her family would, at some point sell her, sell her to her destruction yet they never felt their conscience prick them.
And the sister she had always loved and cherished would be ready to destroy her.
She sighed softly.
Maybe she hadn't truly reached closure. Or maybe, deep down, she was still waiting… still expecting a miracle. A change. An apology or maybe something to prove they still care.
Even when logic screamed that it was impossible, a small part of her still hoped they would wake up one day and realize what they had done.
