The words echoed inside me.
She’s not built for this.
I thought of Ivy the way she really was, not the polished version people saw at family functions. The way she cried when she felt overwhelmed. The way she still reached for my hand in crowded rooms. The way she trusted me without hesitation.
She was my cousin by blood.
But she was my sister in every way that mattered. My younger sister and it was my duty to protect her.
"There’s no way I’m letting her do this," Lucas said.
"And how exactly do you plan to stop it?" Noah asked quietly.
No one answered.
Because there was no answer. Not yet atleast.
I stood then, the movement slow, deliberate. My legs felt unsteady, but my mind was frighteningly clear.
"I need some air," I said.
No one tried to stop me.


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