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Dear Sister: Killer Sister, #2
Dear Sister: Killer Sister, #2
Dear Sister: Killer Sister, #2
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Dear Sister: Killer Sister, #2

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When Kylie is nearly killed by her vengeful twin sister, she is left with more questions than answers. Nothing about her life is as it seems. For a year, Kylie tries everything she can to release her nightmares and unlock her hidden memories. But nothing seems to work. With no other options, she decides to undergo an experimental brain surgery in the hopes that she will finally discover her true past.

 

But Kylie's nightmares have only just begun.

 

Kara may have run away from the crime scene, but she isn't done with Kylie just yet. In letters to her sister, Kara tells her own story of her escape, the new life she's made for herself, and most importantly- their past. 

 

And the night before Kylie's brain surgery seems like the perfect time to read them all.

 

What is the truth? What is a lie? And who is the real monster?

LanguageEnglish
PublisherKatlin Stack
Release dateSep 25, 2023
ISBN9798223454151
Dear Sister: Killer Sister, #2

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    Dear Sister - Katlin Stack

    Chapter 1

    Kylie

    A re you sure that you want to go through with this?

    I stopped twisting the hair tie on my wrist which was making red marks on my skin.

    Is there even a choice, I mumbled the question but it wasn’t really a question.

    Dr. Patrick and I had been over and over this same conversation for months now. Like a circle, it wasn’t going anywhere. Just around and around.

    Our therapy sessions had almost become predictably routine and I wasn’t getting any better.

    Are you taking your medications?

    Yes.

    Are you still having the nightmares?

    Yes.

    Have you heard at all from Kara?

    No.

    It would have at least made the sessions more interesting if we had been playing two truths and a lie.

    This operation you’re going to have tomorrow, you know there’s no guarantee. Sometimes I’m not even sure I should have told you about it.

    I sat quietly, unwilling to hash this out for the hundredth time.

    Of course, brain surgery wasn’t a guarantee. That’s like stating that snow is cold. But what other choice did I have?

    I’d become frozen in a place that I had no hope of escaping.

    I was stuck in a world where I couldn’t remember my past but I also couldn’t seem to forget it. The flickers of images were always the same, never coming into focus and never leaving me alone.

    Was I taking the easy way out? Probably. But I’d been digging for a year, trying to find the truth of my past.

    Who was the real monster? Was it me? Was it my sister?

    Was what she said true? Or was it the words of a master manipulator?

    Aunt Cheryl had flown home when she found out I’d been in the hospital because of Kara. The guilt she wore was like a heavy coat weighing her down. While she stayed with me as I healed, she would alternate between apologizing for never telling me about Kara and continually insisting that it was indeed Kara who belonged in the institute. She’d sworn that Kara was always good at spinning her lies, that’s why it took so long for my parents to see what she was when we were kids. Kara always had an explanation and an innocent face.

    The same as mine.

    Still, there was a feeling in the pit of my stomach, one that felt like a settled stone, that told me I didn’t know the whole story.

    That’s what therapy had been for. To help me find the repressed memories, to help me understand the truth of my own life. But as much as Dr. Patrick had been trying to get me to remember and deal with my reality, my mind had not let it happen.

    A clock ticked on the wall and I knew that time was running out.

    I know there isn’t a guarantee but nothing else has worked. I need this surgery. I can’t stay in this life.

    We can give it more time. Once you do this, you can’t undo it. Your life is going to be changed in every way. Are you really ready for that?

    I breathed in and out, slowly and steadily, letting the rest of the time tick by.

    Finally, Dr. Patrick closed his notebook and stood from his overstuffed armchair. That was the signal that my time had come to an end.

    This would be the last time he saw me until after my surgery.

    I ran my fingers across the soft velvet of the couch. I liked this couch. Its rich fabric- a contrast to its deeply relaxing color.

    I hoped I’d remember it when this was all over.

    Then again, I hoped I’d remember a lot of things.

    Wordlessly he walked

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