Kinsley
“Sydney?” I say as Esmae and Junie gather behind me. “What are you doing here?”
Sydney smirks, “You don’t know?”
“Not at all,” I mutter and glance at the door, wondering where Trace is.
“Oh, don’t worry about your bodyguard. I sent that one on a wild goose chase,” Sydney steps towards me.
I try to back away, but Esmae shoves me forward.
“I got a stay of execution,” Sydney states.
“So, I heard,” I mutter.
“I shouldn’t be executed anyways,” She shrugs. “I did nothing wrong.”
“You murdered my mother,” I say.
“You murdered your mother,” Sydney snorts. “You murdered her.”
“Oh, we're back to that lie, are we?” I say. So, I ask again, what are you doing here?”
“Righting a wrong,” Sydney stands inches from me.
I try to back away, but Esmae shoves me forward and Sydney grabs
