Twinsequences (Twisted Twin #1)(58)
Author: Jennifer Foor

After going through the necessary security measures, we were sitting at the long table waiting for her to be brought in. Stosh reached for my hand under the table and winked when he saw I was secretly freaking out. I knew he was there for me, but it didn’t make it easier. The animosity that I felt towards my sister couldn’t be cured with apologies. If I was ever going to forgive her, it would be after I took a long time for my heart to heal.

I hadn’t seen her in so long that I was shocked when she came walking through the door. My eyes must have explained my reaction, because she looked down like I’d broken her heart.

Honestly, I didn’t know how to feel. I wanted to hate her. I did hate her, but at the same time, she was still my sister.

Ivy sat down in front of us. She folded her hands and smiled at Stosh and then gave me all of her attention. “Hi, sis.”

I squeezed Stosh’s hand under the table. “Hello, Ivy.”

She fidgeted in her seat. “Thanks for coming. I didn’t think it was going to happen.”

I looked right into her eyes. “What do you want, Ivy?”

I caught her looking at my wedding rings and then Stosh’s. She turned her attention to him. “It’s weird seeing you with that on. I used to have to fight with you to get you to wear it.”

I cocked my eyebrow. “He never takes it off. Now, explain why we’re here, because we have a daughter to take care of.”

She looked like she was in pain. “You only have her because of what I did. Can’t you appreciate that something good came out of it?”

I stood up, letting go of my husband’s hand. “Don’t you dare say that! Whether or not you planned for things to happen, she was made out of love. Stosh made love to me on that boat and you know it.” I grabbed him by the arm and started to pull him away from the table.

“Wait! Please!” she shook her head and covered her face with her hands. “I’m sorry. Please don’t go. It’s so lonely here. All I do is read and sit by myself. Nobody wants to be friends in here, and the ones that do, are too crazy to communicate with. Don’t you miss the way things used to be? Don’t you miss how it was when we were kids?”

I sat back down, but kept my legs on the outside of the table, so it was easier to get up and walk away. Stosh stood behind me, with his hands on my shoulders. “I do miss it, but everything changed when you started deceiving me.”

She looked at both of us. “Look at you two now, though. You’re together. Will we ever be able to get past all of this?”

I closed my eyes. “I don’t know, Ivy. Too much has happened. You tried to kill us. No matter how much I miss the old you, I can never trust the one that’s looking at me, right now. Trust is earned and all you’ve done is stab me in the back.” I looked up at Stosh. “We’re happy, Ivy, but we would have been happy, had you not kept us apart in high school. You seem to be forgetting that this wasn’t just about what landed you in jail. For years, you’d been planning to destroy my life. Yes, it worked out in the end, but that also includes you being locked up.”

She started to cry. “I won’t be in here forever. Do you think one day I’ll get to meet my niece.”

I felt nauseous. “I don’t think that’s possible,” Stosh spoke up. “I don’t want you near my kids or my wife. If we have to leave the country, we will.”

She just sat there, like we’d shattered her soul.

I stood up and reached over, grabbing her hand. “I hope you get better, Ivy. I wish things were different. You could have been an amazing aunt. We could have grown old together. This isn’t how I would of wanted to say goodbye to you.”

When we walked out of there, she was crying. I held my head high, until we got to the car and then I lost it. Stosh held me and kissed me on top of my head, but never said anything. He knew I had to get it all out.

Finally, after about fifteen minutes of bawling my eyes out, I wiped my eyes and leaned on his shoulder. “Sorry about that.”

“You don’t have anything to apologize for.”

“Why do I feel so guilty?”

He wiped away another set of tears that were falling down my face. “Because you’re a beautiful person. You’re sister made her own decisions.”

“Stosh, she’s not going to stop trying to get to us. Hurting her is going to cost us.”

He leaned over and kissed me. “She’s never going to be able to touch us. I’d die before I ever let her hurt us again. Besides, maybe she’s learned her lesson.”

I felt content with his words, because, for the time being, we were safe. We had years before we had to worry about Ivy. It was plenty of time for us to be prepared.

“Let’s go home.”

He kissed me one more time before pulling out of the parking lot. “I thought you’d never ask.”

The End!