Taken From Behind – First-person View

“You’re afraid of what I’ll say.”
“I’m afraid it will be a lie.” I traced her lips, “You’ve gotten so good at lying since you first got here.”
She crinkled her nose. “What are you hiding from me, sister?” I searched her thoughts, and found nothing but fractured memories, little sensations and images too fine to piece together. Everything. A more insidious one. “You know what to do.”
I cocked my head, studying her expression closely, narrowing my eyes. In every footstep of my life, I had been in this woman’s shadow, and I didn’t realize until that moment that if she cast a shadow over me, it meant I’d been looking up to her. Now, I saw a glimmer of hope, and with that, came the terror.