Bec’s P.O.V.
There was a knock on the door, and as soon as the sound had reached my ears, my heart started to race inside of my chest. I let out a deep breath to calm myself down, as my hands pulled at my skirt. I was wearing a dress. It had belonged to Tamara and I had walked into her room to pick it out of her closet. I didn’t walk into her room a lot, just when I really needed her with me. And tonight was one of those nights where I needed my sister by my side. A part of me knew that if she still was alive today, that she would have fought me over using one of her dresses. While secretly, she never minded sharing her clothes with me, she would just do it to get under my skin. I guess it was just typical sister behavior. But now, I was on my own, walking towards the door and opening it.
