Chapter 4
THE SISTER
Hello, Sister.
I cannot wait to meet you. I hope it will be soon. After all these years, I’m tired of waiting.
Even though we’ve never met, I know everything about you, Faye.
I know where you live, where you went to university, who you married – and divorced – and what music you listen to. I know where your daughter works, the name of your stepson’s wife and child and your bleak outlook for the future.
I have known about you for almost all of my life, but you cannot say the same about me.
We have had very different lives, you and me.
Yours has been charmed. I hope you know that. You had loving parents. I did not. And the less said about that, the better.
Don’t get me wrong, I have had good times. But as soon as I found out about you, I had to know more, and you could say it has become a bit of an obsession of mine. Which is why I asked him to watch you.
My man would do anything for me. Could you say the same about yours? No, I don’t think so, otherwise he wouldn’t have cheated on you with his assistant. And he certainly wouldn’t have got her pregnant.
I’m sorry, that’s a low blow on a sore subject and I do not mean to be rude. You are my sister, after all. By blood, if nothing else.
We will meet soon. That’s the point of all this.
To finally see you and talk to you and be in the same room as you.
After all, we are sisters. And, as your sister, I want to say that I’m sorry for the time we’ve lost. But mostly I’m sorry for what is about to happen.
Because it’s not going to end well for you.