Evie and Camila Rivera were orphaned at sixteen and four though, unlike Cami, Evie was, for a time, the prime suspect in her mothers' murder. And with that track record it didn't take long for the cops to pin her for her boyfriend's disappearance bu...
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"Evie, honey, can you put Camila to bed?" Maria Rivera yelled to her eldest daughter from the study.
Evie placed the rest of the laundry in the washer and turned it on. "Okay, mama!"
The brunette grabbed her homework off the countertop and headed out of the kitchen, careful to close the door behind her; she hated when people left doors open, she got that habit from her mother.
"Ready for bed?" she asked her younger sister as she approached her at the bottom of the stairs.
"Where's mama?" the four-year-old asked.
Evie let out a breathy laugh as she picked her sister up and placed her on her left hip, noting how much bigger she'd gotten. "She's still working baby, I'm sorry."
Camila pouted. "Still?"
Evie nodded as they ascended the stairs.
When the two reached the top of the spiral staircase Evie turned left and walked down the long, empty corridor to Cami's room. A four-year-old with the entire west wing to herself, a fact that never failed to make Evie laugh when she thought about it.
She placed the pieces of paper in her mouth and opened the door with her now available right hand before flicking on the light, allowing brightness to fill up the large room. She then placed her sister on the floor, allowing her to tumble towards her bed, and placed the paperwork from her mouth onto one of Cami's dressers.
When she turned around to face her sister, she smiled at the sight of Cami snuggling into her bed, already half asleep. She was already growing out of the bed Maria had not long bought her but she refused to allow her mother to get her a bigger one. She refused to accept that she could still have a canopy over a bigger bed, no matter how many times Evie and Maria tried to tell her.
"Lights on or off?" Evie asked despite already knowing the answer.
"On, Ev," Cami demanded.
Evie was not surprised.
Camila was the type of child to leave the lights on even if it was bright outside and all of the windows were open, something her big sister would often remind her she was fortunate to be able to do, 'You're a lucky kid, Cami, you must never forget that," she would tell her.
"Goodnight, Cami," Evie said softly as she pulled up the comforter.
"G'night, Ev," Cami mumbled as she shuffled around the bed, feeling for something. When she did not find it, she shot up, nearly headbutting her sister in the process.
Evie's brows knitted together at the movement, "What's wrong?"
"Where's 'Lulah?" she asked as her eyes searched the room.
