“I can’t believe we’re finally twenty-one,” she said softly.
I shook my head mutely. It had been a long wait. I looked over at her, about to smile at her, but something caught my eye.
Her face was caught in the flame of her sparkler. She looked mesmerized.
She stared at the flame for a second longer, then slowly lifted her eyes. There was a strange smile twisting at the corners of her lips. Something about it made me shiver with unease.
Then I shook my head. This was my sister. My best friend.
“We need to do it tonight,” she said in a low voice.
“Do what?” The alarm bells in my head went off again.
“We’ve talked about this, Izzy,” her voice still soft and gentle. “I have fake ID’s. We’ll just set up new identities for ourselves.”
I opened my mouth, but no words came out.
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