Cleo’s POV
How had I not noticed the signs before now? Thinking back to when I first opened her door, I should have known something wasn’t right. Sure Daphne was grieving, but never in this life time would she have ever considered self-harming. She was far too strong for that which made me feel like an even bigger i***t.
“Who I am doesn’t matter. Why I’m here however…” Without giving her the chance to finish her sentence, I made a beeline for the bedroom door. Only I hadn’t been expecting what happened next. My sister… the person that looked like her appeared out of thin f*****g air right before my eyes. “I’m guessing you won’t be coming quietly then. Never mind this way is much more fun” A fireball formed in her hand as I began to back away, an evil smile spread across her face. Whoever
