Trista's point of view
Looking at my sister in front of me, the memory of a scenario from many years ago flooded back into my consciousness. I remember when I was a youngster, my sister would race for everything that looked tasty, and I was more than glad to share my favorite things with her whenever she asked. Over time, I unwillingly gave up practically all of my favorite things, from toys to men, but I can't satisfy the cavernous hole in her heart,.
I don't know how many times I'm framed, how many times I decided to forgive, but in the end? It will simply exacerbate the situation!
"It's all my fault. Please accept my apologies. Sister, please accept my apologies." Ashley's eyes were filled with earnest apologies .
If I hadn't been aware of her previous actions, I would have believed her.
Ashley's point of view