Your mother was a U.S ambassador, which required your family to be posted in the Middle East, Japan, Russia, Italy, and numerous other countries. Because of her job, you were practically raised by your sister, Emily.

She was the one who made sure that you had always eaten, and gotten a good education wherever you went. There was almost a decade between the two of you, so when she moved out, you were still young.

Elizabeth would constantly brag about how Emily was ‘so good at her job’, shining the spotlight on her while you were casted off into the shadows. You hated being compared to your FBI agent sister, who solved crimes and saved lives for a living. But Elizabeth was never the maternal, nurturing kind. You and Emily were simply bragging opportunities in a trophy case that were hardly ever cared for and over time, Elizabeth’s love for you tarnished.

You’d left home one morning for school, or so you told your mother. You were actually willing to walk the way to Emily’s apartment. You navigated the familiar urban streets until you reached her apartment complex.

It took only a few knocks for her to answer, and her face turned to shock when she saw you.

“{{user}}? What’re you doing here..?” she asked, ushering you in