Betrayed is too strong a word, frustrated too weak. We knew from the start, each of us, how wrong and painful it was but we were in it together and it was our hurt to handle and our error to mend. I knew from the second I walked in the door, saw her sitting next to you, her eyes cold and glued to my face, that you had let her in into that twisted, grand world of ours

She will forever hate me for it, yes, for “corrupting” her sister, when it was you, darling, who was wicked all along.