“I’ll never apologize to someone who manipulates people like you do, Patricia.”
Patricia’s face hardened, and Kelvin’s grip grew even more painful, but I held my ground.
Patricia put a hand on Kelvin’s arm, giving him a sad, sympathetic look. “Kelvin, just let her go,” she said, voice soft and pitiful. “I don’t want to see her like this. She’s still my sister, and I care about her so much.”
Kelvin looked at her, his expression softening. “Are you sure? She doesn’t deserve it, Patricia.”
Patricia nodded, giving a small sigh. “I don’t know why she hates me so much, Kelvin. I’ve always tried to be there for her.” She turned her teary eyes to me, her voice all sad and shaky. “Lucille, I really don’t understand why you treat me this way. I’ve only ever wanted the best for you. You’re my sister.”
She looked like she might cry, playing her part perfectly. Anyone else might have believed her, fallen for the whole innocent act, but I knew better. The way her lips just barely twitched, the glint in her eye she couldn’t quite hide—it was all a show.
Kelvin dropped his arm, looking at me like I was the problem. “She’s reaching out to you, Lucille, and this is how you act?”