She had never once considered that the sister she had spent twelve years pushing might have spent those same twelve years getting ready for the day she finally pushed too hard.

That day had arrived.

Jessica just did not know it yet.

Except that I need to correct something in how I just said that, because it makes me sound more calculating than I was, and the truth is more human and more sad.

I was not, through those twelve years, coldly preparing a trap, waiting for my moment, plotting my sister’s downfall.

I want to be honest: I spent most of those years hoping I would never have to use any of it.