What should I have done? Run for the hills? Ignored them? Screamed out and given them a hug?
I did none of those. Instead, I stood rooted to the spot, eyes wide. It had been a rather long amount of time before I'd seen the two of them. Benetta had grown taller and a little chubbier, and Aunt Ruba looked worse than she had before. Sickly and thin.
I'm not sure if I wanted them to have acknowledged me but they did. My gaze met Benetta's cold one and she cut it off immediately, turning to her mother and whispering something I couldn't hear. Aunt Ruba glanced in my direction, not even looking at my face to confirm who I was.
Who was I? A murderer? Or outcast?
No, I was just the daughter of her younger sister. Yet there was this secrecy, this hesitance involved with even saying a simple 'hello'. Why did there have to be one? It still didn't make any sense to me.