Davina's POV
"You were more beautiful—damn it, you still are! Walking down any street, eyes always find you first. Doesn't matter how much makeup I pile on or how perfectly I dress—it's always you. I bust my ass working for something, and then you just stroll by doing absolutely nothing and snatch it away," Calista said, her tone quiet but loaded with weight.
I remained motionless. The revelation wasn't exactly shocking—not really. I'd always sensed something lurking underneath, something left unsaid in the way Calista would glance at me or lose her temper during the tiniest arguments.
But actually hearing it now... Hearing those words straight from Calista's mouth.
I rotated slowly to meet her gaze, uncertain what expression had settled on my face. Pity?
Sorrow? Perhaps shame.
"I'm sorry," I whispered, my voice almost inaudible.
I had no clue what else to offer. How do you answer years of accumulated bitterness wrapped up in family ties?
