It had been three days since Alina had been carrying Cecily's name inside her chest like something too heavy to swallow.
After reading her note, she had gone back to her room fell without saying a word and had stared at the wall for an hour. Her thoughts had spiraled endlessly, unable to process what she had just got to know.
Cecily is alive? She has been alive for five years? And Austin sealed her in the east wing and told the world she was dead.
She had so many questions to ask him.
Why? How could you? Does she hate you? Do you hate her? Why would he do that to her own sister?
The questions hovered on the tip of her tongue every time she looked at him. But she had made a promise to Cecily that she wouldn't talk to anyone about her. So she said nothing and began to live a double life.
Next day, she had tried asking Cecily about the fire but she had refused to talk about that topic, and Alina didn't push.
