Parted by Death, Never to Meet Again

Summary

Seven years after I was thrown out of my home, I ran into my sister in a nightclub.

She was the VIP in the high-roller suite, dropping a fortune to celebrate her protégé’s birthday.

I was one of the atmosphere models, paid to keep the party going.

We didn’t exchange a single word the entire night. Not until I was offered five hundred dollars to down two bottles of brandy in a row.

As I stood there, my face a ghostly white, she finally spoke, her lips a thin line, her voice dripping with ice.