Scarlett woke up, the house was quiet and still. She jolted out of bed and gestured down the stairs. There were nobody in sight, keys were gone. She looked around and found a note on the fridge from Jodie:

Scarlett,
Your father and I went into town to buy chinese food for the family. We will be back later on tonight.

"Great," she mumbled to herself. She took her phone out of her pocket and came across messages from Jake and Zander.

3:43 p.m., from Jake:
Scarlett, do you know where my car is? Need to know before 8.

4:06 p.m., from Zander:
Your car is at the bar we always go to. Your keys is with Scarlett.

4:13 p.m., from Jake:
Thanks bro.

4:23 p.m., from America:
Guy on bus sitting too close. My personal space is invaded...

Too bad she will never love you, Zander. You both would rock my ship.

4:30 p.m., from Zander:
Annabelle is dead. Who are you?

4:31 p.m., from America:
A face for a face, an eye for an eye. Hiding in plain sight.

4:33 p.m., from Zander:
Who are you?!"

4:44 p.m., from Jake:
...

4:46 p.m., from America:
Read my last text again and carefully.

A face for a face, an eye for an eye. Hiding in plain sight? Who is this person on America's phone?, Scarlett asked herself. She looked up from her phone and knew who killed America and she knew who to ask about, Karla Winninworth. Scarlett made had found Bianca's suspect.

It had to be Karla Winninworth, just had to be her, Scarlett thought.

"Everybody must die sometime," Bianca's partner muttered. He reached the kitchen, stopping abruptly and turning towards Scarlett. She studied his moves, he seemed to be studying the moonlight, how the light flood into the window and down onto the salt and pepper tiles floor.
The moon shined upon where America's corpse once found. He yanked open the first kitchen drawer he saw, his left hand clutched onto a bag, and his right hand raked through contents. A hand mirror, pouches of plastic silverware, paper napkins, bags of free chips that Asher would crept out of bed to eat, and butcher knife.

"A mirror and butcher knife...evidences," Bianca's partner mutter under his inhaling breath. His eyes finally glanced at Scarlett. "Sorry, didn't see you there."

"That's alright. You don't happening to know Karla Winninworth?" Scarlett asked, crumbling up the note she found and threw it into the metal trashcan.

"No. Sorry," Bianca's partner said boldly. He took the evidences put them each in a bag. "You from Bay City?"

Scarlett didn't answer. She'd gotten asked this question her whole life. She knew he was wanting small conversation, ask her if she was single, if so take her on a date to get drinks, and then take her to his place. It wasn't news for Scarlett.

"Guess that means no conversation? Bummer, man."
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9:56 p.m.

"Scarlett, you should wear petunia," Jodie said, gesturing into Scarlett's bedroom. "For the wedding. Guys would freak for gripping petunia dress or bra from your chest."
Jodie delivered the words tonelessly, nothing personal.

"I'm dating Jake," Scarlett said, taking her eyes off of Jodie and onto her phone. Staring at America's message, or whoever was at the other end of America's phone. A face for a face, an eye for an eye. Hiding in plain sight; she couldn't get those words out of her mind, it was buried deep into her mind.
She rose from the couch and onto her feet. She placed her cell phone into her pocket. "Lux?" she called out.

Moments later, Lux stepped out of the shadows and into the living room along with her blanket again. "Yes? You called?"

"Who's Karla Winninworth?" Scarlett asked.

"Her. That all I'm saying," Lux said, crossing her arms together. Scarlett looked down at Lux. That wasn't much information for Scarlett. She needed more.

"Who is Karla Winninworth?" Scarlett repeatedly, her sister didn't answer, and for the first time she noticed something else. The way her sister's blanket was bloomed with a dark poke-a-dot stains. The moonlight shined upon Lux , she didn't appear to have a shadow of her own.

She realized why Lux never appeared when the family was around. Because she didn't have no soul, she was dead. Lux reminded Scarlett of her awful death.
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Scarlett brought Lux to the downstairs landing first. Listened to the voices telling her what to do with her six months old sister, first.
Scarlett stared at her. Seemed insane, which was better than happy. "I'm sorry, Lux," she said.

Lux soft crying cleared the sound of first match ripped from the cardboard and with that, Scarlett threw the match at the curtains and the first match flared to life, a gorgeous lick of orange in the dark. Scarlett sat Lux between the burning curtains. Scarlett was powered by madness. Anything except weakness.

"Lux, look at the wall. It be okay, just look at the wall," Scarlett stared at the flames dancing and whirling around Lux. Scarlett paused as if to admire her work of art.

Scarlett wasn't dumb. She knew what she did to her sister was worse than her mother's death. She knew Lux deserved to live, but couldn't stop her eight year old self.

Back to her nineteen years old self, she held her hand out. Her younger sister took it, swaying back and forth, falling to her knees.

"I'm sorry," Scarlett whisper now. "Go be with mother. I have a feeling she's waiting for you, with the book she read to me when I was four. I love you, Lux. I'm so sorry."

Lux tightened her grip. "It's okay," her breath left in a soft rush. "I've been trying to tell you. I love you sis. Be brave for mother and I," Lux's grip weakened. Scarlett's hand fell to the floor and sprang to her bedroom.

For many times the eight months Scarlett been home, they would do everything together; crept into the kitchen, scavenging for food, and playing hide and seek with each other. Lux would hide and Scarlett would seek, Lux would always win for the greatest hiding places.

She took out her cell phone and texted her father.

10:40 p.m., Scarlett's text to her father,:
Lux is dead?!! Why didn't you told me that I killed my sister?

Scarlett released her phone. But by the time she had put her cell phone into her pocket, Lux didn't need her anymore. But Scarlett needed her, more than ever.