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“She’s my sister, Warden, I have to try.” I whispered.

He kissed my forehead before straightening back up, “Yeah.”

The buzzer sounded then, and another door slid open.

She took a step, and came into my line of sight.

She was wearing khaki pants, and a grey bluish shirt. Her hands and legs were chained, and a number was stitched over the pocket on the left side of her chest.

As she slowly walked over to us, I could see her face closing down with each step she took.

It felt like a lifetime before she came to the partition, and slid down on the stool.

My heart was beating a staccato rhythm that I felt in my throat.

She eyed Carter, then slid her blue eyes to mine.

God how didn’t I see it before.

We had the same eyes, same shape, only mine were a little more dull in the color, while hers almost sparkled.

I reached over and took the phone that was on the side wall of the partition and watched as Cassie hesitated for a second the picked hers too.

“Hey, Cassie,” I said softly into the phone the moment she pressed her receiver to her ear.

“What are you doing here?” She sneered.

“I wanted to come see you. Talk to you.” I shrugged. “Help you.”

“You want to help me?” Her lip curled, her eyes turned hard.

“Yes,” I nodded. “I can find you a lawyer. Maybe give a statement so you’ll receive a smaller sentence, or I don’t know,” I shrugged looking around. “Be transferred into another facility. One that’s not so… cold.”

“I’m in prison, bitch. There’s no hiding that fact. And it’s all because of you.” She hissed the last part.

“Cassie, you shot and killed Finn.” I said, my voice trembling. “You plotted to hurt me.”

“Should’ve killed you while I had the chance,” she muttered.

“You don’t mean that,” I murmured, my hope of forming some kind of bond with my sister dying a slow and painful death.

Would it always be like this? Or was there still hope?

I knew I was being stupid hoping to have a relationship with my sister after everything, but I couldn’t help myself. I was alone my whole life. Constantly surrounded by people, but all alone.

She arched her bow but didn’t say anything.

“Cassie,” I called even though she was looking at me. “Please, let me help. What can I do to help you?”

“You could die,” she smiled. “Then he would finally love me.”

I gasped and leaned back. The phone slid from my hand, and my vision blurred.

Arms came around me then, lifting me up and guiding me out of the room.

The last image of my sister was blurry, all I could see were the khakis and blue color as she stood up and banged her fists and chains against the glass.

The last thing I heard from her was her scream of, “Did you hear me, superstar. You could die. That would help me a real lot.”