My Brother, My Vendetta

rop to the day I, Sarah, believed I saved my younger broth

my happiness, turning my very existence into a meticulously crafted hell,

my throat, Kevin leaned close, his eyes glinting with pure, unadulterated tri

of malice, consumed me entirely as darkness quickly

sness, forever haunted by his chilling words, believing my life wa

t, the searing Florida sun oppressive, the cheerful theme park music g

liar cocky smirk adorning his young face, confidently heading

my throat; no desperate rush to interfere compelled

immediate echo of the grave he' d prepared for me,

bliss, and understood with absolute clarity that my second chance was not for any ki