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and confusion.
    “Lizzy, I’m sorry. I don’t—”
    Lizzy stepped up to her. “You’re not the one that should be sorry. He should. Daddy. It’s his fault.”
    Emma shook her head. “He’s dead, Lizzy, there’s no use in blaming him now.”
    “But I do. I do blame him.” Tears had now started to run down Lizzy’s cheeks, and Emma struggled to swallow her own. She had to stay strong, for Lizzy’s sake. “You know what I think? I think he knew exactly what type of woman Lillian was. He knew she was a gold digging whore.”
    “Lizzy!”
    “But he just didn’t care. He couldn’t handle it. He couldn’t handle me , so he thought that bringing home another woman would help him take care of us, help to take me off his hands.”
    “That’s not true.”
    “Isn’t it?” Lizzy exclaimed, her tears turning into sobs. “Every time he looked at me, all he saw was the girl that killed his wife.”
    Pain, so much pain and hurt echoed through Lizzy’s words that Emma felt the sting of sorrow in her own heart.
    Emma reached to her, “Lizzy, that’s not—”
    “Don’t!” Lizzy jerked back. “Just. Don’t. You are out there every Saturday night dancing for men because of me. Dad brought that witch into our lives because of me. Everything is my fault.”
    And then Lizzy hurried down the hall into her room and slammed the door shut. Shocked, hurt and aching in every part of her soul, Emma stood in the hallway listening to her little sister crying in her room. Gut-wrenching, anguished sobs filled Emma’s ears and drowned everything good from her heart.
    She understood Lizzy’s pain, her sister’s need to vent. And she also understood how Lizzy could blame herself for what had happened to them. Lillian had placed all those poisonous thoughts inside Lizzy’s mind. Lillian was the one who condemned Lizzy by putting all the blame on her.
    Emma still remembered the day she and Lizzy left their home after her father’s death. Emma was seventeen years old, and Lizzy was only twelve.
    Lizzy had been crying, sobbing, grieving their father’s passing, and when Lillian wanted to get rid of all their father’s belongings, Lizzy freaked out. She screamed, and begged, and pleaded, and cursed for Lillian to leave his stuff. And when Lillian had finally had enough, she lashed out by telling Lizzy that everything was her fault, that she was the reason their father never recovered because he had to look into the eyes of his wife’s murderer every single day of his life. Lillian’s daughter just stood in the corner laughing as Lizzy continued to sob.
    That was the day Emma took her little sister and moved to their grandparents. Lizzy was never the same after that. Nothing was the same.
    Feeling exhausted and mentally drained, and eyes drenched with her own tears, Emma took a quick shower and got into bed. She didn’t hear Lizzy’s crying anymore and hoped that she had fallen asleep. She wished with all her heart that she could have taken away Lizzy’s pain, her guilt. Emma wanted to be so much more for Lizzy than she currently was, but she didn’t know how. She didn’t know what Lizzy needed her to be. All she knew was that she was trying her best, doing everything she could to make life easier on her little sister.
    Emma closed her eyes hoping that sleep would take her. It would be her last day to sleep in late since she was starting a new job on Monday. With the little inheritance Emma and her sister had left, she needed to work two jobs in order to pay for Lizzy’s tuition. The stripping gig paid well, but unfortunately Emma was only given one night per week since there were a lot of girls who wanted their time in the spotlight. Plus, the owner of the club believed in changing it up, not having the same girls and shows over and over again. Since her previous second job as a cashier at the local supermarket didn’t pay very well, Emma had no choice but to find a different job that guaranteed a slightly higher