Rita’s POV
The exterior of the cottage looked like it was seconds away from falling apart, rotting, decayed beams falling off, but inside looked and smelled good. The people she had hired discreetly did quick work of the place and made sure it was ready before her sister and that man moved in.
I whistled three times, two short ones and one long one in rapid succession. And waited as the door swung open to reveal my sister Sienna. She made way for me and I stepped in, noticing her scent smelled nicer than the last time I saw her.
I turned around and took her in. Her long hair, which had been matted and dull, was a bit shorter but it was clean and glossy, she had also put on slight weight. I expected to see happiness, but that was too much for the ungrateful b***h. She was glaring at me
