(Millie’s Pov)
I had just gotten home from a long day at the station. I lived in a small, two-bedroom house that was probably about ten minutes away from work. Yeah, I know I could probably find a job that was, like, two minutes away from my house, but hey, I liked it.
I lived with my younger sister, Emily, who was about two years younger than me. I was twenty-seven, in fact. My sister and I had been inseparable since birth, always doing things together.
Emily was my best friend, my partner in crime, and someone I’d hate to see X come after.
A wave of nausea washed over me just thinking about X laying a hand on my sister and hurting her.
“Millie?” a voice called out from the hallway. “Are you okay?”
I turned my head slightly to see a brown-haired girl looking back at me with concern in her brown eyes.
I sighed before composing myself and walking over to Emily.
“Yeah,” I said quietly. “I’m alright.”
“I know you’re thinking about X,” Emily said, crossing her arms defiantly, as if she were preparing herself for an argument with me.
At this point, I knew I couldn’t hide anything from her.
Emily could read me like a book, and she always had. I guess it was some kind of sisterly intuition. I don’t know.
But I’d be lying to myself if I said I couldn’t read her facial expressions, either.
I could, without a doubt. I guess we both had that sisterly intuition.
Our mom always said we were practically telepathic or psychic because we could read each other so easily.
It had mainly been our mom in our lives. My dad had divorced her before Emily was even born, and the worst part was that he didn’t even want to meet Emily.
He said he had remarried and started over with a new family.
“Bullshit,” I mumbled under my breath.
“What’s bullshit?” Emily asked curiously.
“Nothing, sis. Just thinking.”
“About what?”
“You know… X, Dad, and everything else.”
“Well, it’s more X than our dad,” I admitted sheepishly.
“Do you think you’ll find him?”
“I know we will,” I said, ruffling my sister’s hair as I tried to reassure her.
“Just stay in the house for the most part when I’m at work, okay? Oh, and make sure you lock all the windows and doors. I don’t want X taking you from me.”
“Sis… Stop worrying. I’ll be okay.”
Emily then hugged me tightly before walking upstairs.
I sighed. God, I wished that were true.
But a gut feeling told me that nothing was okay…
Was my sister actually in danger?