Lyvia sat quietly in the backseat of the car, her hands folded neatly in her lap. The city lights flickered against the window, blurring as the vehicle sped through familiar streets. Yet, her mind wasn't in the car; it was far away, replaying her encounter with Delphinia.
Her step-sister, she corrected herself. Though they had grown up together, there was always that invisible line drawn between them, one she'd tried to ignore but never could.
Delphinia's sharp glare and biting words stuck with Lyvia, hitting a nerve she couldn't ignore. She had wanted to ask more, to know everything—where Delphinia lived now, what she did, if she was happy.
A small part of her worried. Was Delphinia struggling? Was she living somewhere unsafe? Homeless? The thought made her chest ache, and she shifted uncomfortably in her seat.
The car pulled into the driveway of her parents' house. Lyvia stepped out, and made her way up the steps.
