Ara stood in a state of bewilderment and shock, not solely due to the menacing firearm aimed directly at her face, but also because of the distraught woman seated behind the wheel. Other than her, the vehicle was empty.
"Jenny, what on earth are you doing?"
The sisters, both graced with strikingly similar attributes - raven-black hair and porcelain-like skin, courtesy of their maternal lineage - had always looked alike. However, Ara hadn't fully grasped the extent of their resemblances until this moment, when she mistook Jenny for Lucielle, observing the slumped shoulders and cascade of hair hiding her face.
"Enter the car. Immediately."
Ara found herself frozen on the spot, held captive by her own fear, as much as by the gun directed at her. Although terrified, she felt an overwhelmin
