Chapter 32
THE SISTER
Hello, Sister.
You know, not everything has gone to plan so far but I have to say, I am enjoying myself. There’s power to be found in knowing your target, watching and waiting, unseen and unheard.
You’re such a good sport, dear sister. So easy to play with.
I mourn the loss of our childhood together.
Imagine all the ways I could have tortured you when we were young.
Perhaps I could have locked you in the cellar, and made you sit there with the spiders.
I could have hit you with the broom handle if the floor wasn’t clean enough.
I could have underfed you and made you search through the bins for a meal. But this is good too.
The part I enjoy the most is seeing you from afar, flailing around, visiting your mothers, driving along unfamiliar roads, not knowing what is still to come.
Me and my man are ready to take what is ours. You’re part of that, Faye. One way or another, I will get my revenge, and he will get what is owed to him.
You have no idea who he is, dear sister. You have no idea how close to you we really are. You’re so blissfully unaware of it. Blind to the people watching you.
He’s in your life right now. He knows you. He has been in your house.
I think you’re scared now, aren’t you? You should be.
Your gut is slithering with worry, nothing adds up and it isn’t because of your disease, it’s because your senses are primed for the attack.
I want you to be scared. I want you to be terrified.
I want you to feel all the emotions that helped raise me and mould me into the woman I’ve become.
I can’t wait to watch you suffer.
Soon, Sister. Soon.