FOUR DAYS LATER

Harlow

So far, there has been no news or a single word from my sister, and I’m out of descenter and had used the last of my spray last night.

Mrs. Yates was nervous when she picked me up from my room. She hardly spoke to me, and was tense as we walked to the auction house. I did my make-up the same way my sister occasionally did hers.

“You never know; your test scores could be as high as your sisters’,” she chimed happily as we reached the doors leading in.

‘Oh, they will be high, alright, because I am the sister.’ I thought dryly.

“Have you heard anything from Harlow?” I asked, curiosity lacing my voice.

Mrs. Yates became even more nervous, but she remained silent and gave a swift shake of her head.

After they ran their tests and took blood, I waited in the same foyer of the auction house. Sat in the same hard blue chairs, only this time Zara wasn’t with me holding my hand, this time I was completely alone.

Yet when Mrs. Yates came in, overly excited and bubbly, confusion crossed my features surely I didn’t test even higher. I tried to be upbeat as I knew Zara would be.

“What’s the verdict?” I asked, pretending to be excited.

“Perfect, eighty-seven percent, just like Harlow,” she announced, though I didn’t miss the way her lip quivered at mentioning my name.

against my ribcage. “Mrs. Yates?” I whispered when

the paper from her hands; his greedy eyes took in the numbers printed on the pages before a sly smirk spread across

too. I’ll launch the auction,” he

wandered off in his flashy suit. I bet

I stammered as I

couldn’t take his knot, and he tried to force it. Harlow bled out,” Mrs. Yates admitted, staring down at her feet. I wish she felt ashamed of herself, of

stung, and I suddenly couldn’t breathe. Something deep inside me

the floor. For days, I wondered, yet

wave of pain tore through me and stole the air from my lungs. I killed her; I killed my twin. She died

little besides the wailing howls that left me before a pinch in my neck made everything shut off. Everything went black, and I welcomed the darkness. Anything

and I tried to sit up, yet the handcuffs on

need to celebrate,” Mr. Black

looked for Zara before it dawned on me with ice-cold tendrils piercing my soul all over again. I hyperventilated, and Mrs. Yates clutched my face in

Nightbane did. See?” She pointed to the

what she thought I cared about? My sister is dead, and that is what she believed

sorry about Harlow,” she whispered, wiping tears from

yet; we still had two weeks. I bloomed bloody early while still under the facility’s care. Two more weeks, and we could’ve signed ourselves out and paid off

days slipped by. Mr. Black

I felt the jab to my ass that had my gaze pulled away from its standoff with the spider in the corner spinning its

doctor pull my pants

her; she isn’t Zara!” Mr. Black screamed, bursting through the

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