started to confide in her. At first, she didn’t believe me. But nine months later, as my illness grew worse,
old her I had a plan to get us both out. She could use me as a hostage until rescue arrived.
Then, as she watched, I took a knife and stabbed myself in the stomach.
My sister heard I was vomiting blood and dropped everything. The doctors said I might not make it. Gritting er teeth, she insisted on driving me to the hospital herself. She never left my side, watching through the
lass as they operated.
When I was finally out of danger, she gripped my hand. “Thank God, Leo, you’re safe!”
She didn’t notice the caretaker creeping closer and closer, until a knife was at my throat.
My sister froze. She ordered all her men to stand down as the blade bit into my neck, blood trickling down The wail of sirens grew louder. She looked relieved. “Don’t be afraid, Leo. The police are here.”
smiled, but the tears fell anyway. “Sister. I’ve always been afraid. Because of what you’ve done, I haven’ had a single peaceful night’s sleep. Even if we die, how can we face Mom and Dad?”
Her face was ashen as they put her in cuffs. As they led her away, she looked back at me one last time.
In that moment, I wrenched the knife from the officer’s hand and plunged it into my own heart.
The undercover agent-the policewoman-cried out in panic. “No! We were about to save them! You haven’t even seen it yet!”
I smiled and shook my head.
(The End)
