As I scrolled through the phone, searching for more, my fingers moved faster, more desperate with each passing second.
The screen was empty.
The previous messages were gone.
Deleted it and I am totally sure of it.
My breathing almost stopped in my throat.
"No…" I whispered under my breath, my chest tightening painfully.
I returned to the conversation i had just read, i stared at the messages again. They were still there, sitting at the top like a cruel reminder.
Sent today.
Of course.
He must have forgotten to delete this one. We had been out all day.
My grip tightened around the phone.
Which meant everything else… everything before this… had been carefully erased.
Intentionally.
I clicked on the profile to confirm what I already knew, but I somehow needed to do this, and there it was…My sister.
Not a saved alias. Not a random number.
Her.
In the flesh.
A cold wave of confusion washed over me, settling deep in my chest.
Why?
For what reason?
And what plan?
