Kermit's POV
Damn it. If Gia wasn't my sister, I would have dealt with her permanently by now.
"Why can't you see what I'm trying to tell you?" Tears streamed down her face as she stared at our mother with desperate eyes. "He murdered them all. When I confronted him about it, he had me locked away like some animal."
"That's not true, Gia. You were institutionalized because you took lives. We only wanted you to recover." Mother's voice carried years of exhaustion.
While they went back and forth, I worked the blade free from my shoulder. Blood seeped through my shirt, and the wound burned like acid. Whatever poison coated that blade wasn't ordinary.
My sister had always been trouble, but this crossed every line.
