"She must be thinking about Scarlett’s favorite dishes and starting to miss her."
"That child, she made a mistake, but we raised her for over ten years. She didn’t deserve to die."
A bitter taste filled my mouth.
She didn’t deserve to die?
Then what about me?
Did I deserve to be sacrificed for her? Was I just supposed to accept it?
"Darling, it’s been five years already," Elijah said softly. "Scarlett was only twenty back then. She might have acted impulsively and made a mistake."
"I grew up with her. Her personality was a little extreme. She thought you were trying to take everything from her."
"Five days from now is her death anniversary. I know you don’t want to go, so I’ll go with Mom and Dad to visit her grave, okay?"
Elijah’s gaze wavered as if afraid I would suddenly lose my temper.
"Hmm. You should go. After all, she lived in this house longer than I have. It’s only natural that you still have feelings for her."
Elijah let out a quiet sigh of relief, his voice turning even gentler.
"I knew you were kind-hearted. You’ve never been the type to hold a grudge against your late sister."
My mother dabbed at her eyes, sniffling softly.