ROSSELLA

I watched through the window on the second floor of the family villa, observing how my twin sister practiced over and over to take my place.

A bitter laugh curled on my lips, followed by the sharp taste of iron rising up my throat, tearing through me.

I pressed the handkerchief to my mouth as a violent cough wracked my body. It felt like all my organs were turning to mush, dying slowly and agonizingly.

It was my punishment. I knew it. I was the one who stole her life in the first place