99 Pictures of My Sister and My Fiancé Chapter 13

Sierra said she didn’t know. My aunt didn’t believe her.

Finally someone just came out and said it.

“Your sister begged all of us to keep quiet about it. She said the truth would wreck you. Make you feel like you didn’t belong. She thought of everything for you. And you-what did you do to her?

“You’re not really a Clark. Your real dad killed Nora’s grandfather. The Clarks called the police. He

got life in prison. Your mom died in childbirth. You were a baby. Nobody wanted you. Nora’s parents were good people-they took you in and raised you like their own.”

“For years, your sister gave you everything. Took every hit for you. She never did a single thing wrong. She didn’t owe you a damn thing.”

Sierra’s face went white.

Her mouth hung open. No sound came out.

She wanted to say “that’s not true,” but her voice was gone. Like someone had their hand around

her throat.

A killer.

Her real father was a killer.

And he killed Nora’s grandfather.

Her lips trembled.

Tears poured down her face.

She thought about every piece of candy Nora had given her. Every piece of clothing. Every time

she’d gotten first pick.

She thought about the way my aunt would hesitate before speaking. The way all the relatives would

go quiet.

They all knew. Only she didn’t.

All those years of Nora giving in. All those times she’d thought she deserved it. It wasn’t because

she was worth it.

It was because she was pitiful.

Once that story got out, no one felt sorry for her anymore.

“That girl’s father killed their family. They raised her for twenty years. And this is how she repays

them-by stealing her sister’s man and driving her sister away.”

Sierra said she didn’t steal anyone. Didn’t drive anyone away. No one believed her.

The way her relatives looked at her changed.

The warmth. The closeness. The holiday invitations. All of it disappeared.

Nobody called her for holidays. Nobody told her about weddings or funerals.

She didn’t have a “home” anymore.

Jordan regretted it forever.

Nora had asked him to shoot her wedding. She was so happy. Paid him well.

And she appeared in maybe ten of the photos. Not a single one of her face.

He got so mad he threw his camera on the ground.

He sent Nora a message. [I’m sorry.]

But deep down, he knew she’d never see it.