A Sister’s Cruel Words
One afternoon, Emily ventured to the market, following the careful directions Jacob had given her. Suddenly, a hand jerked her arm.
“Blind fool!” sneered a voice she knew.
Her sister, Hannah.
“Still proud of that street rat husband?” Hannah spat.
Emily lifted her chin. “I’m happy.”
Hannah’s laugh was sharp.
“You don’t even know who he really is. He’s not homeless. You’ve been lied to.”
Emily’s heart raced. That night, when Jacob returned, she asked firmly:
“Tell me the truth. Who are you?”
