My sister believed my Navy uniform would spoil the image of her royal-style wedding. So she removed me from the guest list, posed happily for the cameras, and acted as if I had never existed.

stubborn, begging me to check under her bed for monsters. I had protected her then. I had protected her more times than she ever knew.

But this monster was not under the bed.

It was in the mirror.

Two guards moved toward her.

Rachel looked at me, and for the first time, the anger drained from her face. Beneath it was panic.

Real panic.

“Emily,” she whispered.continue reading …