"But Jocey isn't a little girl anymore," Ashlynn insisted, rounding on Isabell as she gave vent to everything buried in her heart. She'd suspected for some time now, even feared it was true, but she would have felt so much better about the betrayal if it had come from her mother. Her mother had at least suffered because of Ashlynn's existence, but what had Ashlynn ever done to Jocelynn to deserve this?
She'd tried so hard to be a good big sister. When Jocey was young, Ashlynn stayed up late with her, reading her favorite stories long into the night whenever social obligations kept their parents away, even if they were gone for days at a time. She'd shared all of her secrets with her little sister, holding nothing back because she thought that Jocelynn deserved a big sister who led by example.
