Reunion with the Weston’s

(Juliet’s POV)

“Is that really you?” Julia asked while I simply stared her down, surprised. If I was told I would be meeting my own sister right here in flesh, I would have definitely argued it. Since the whole ten and half years, I distance myself from my family the same way I distanced myself from Jason. Jason noticed the expression of uneasiness that ran through my face and asked me if I was okay, with a whisper. I nodded.

“You mean to tell me that after all of these years everyone has been looking through all nook and cranny for you, you are alive and well? Even mom and dad thought they lost their daughter already. Do you even know how much worried they were, and how much I had to pacify them when they started crying because they thought you were dead? And all this while, you are with a man?” She asked sarcastically, but I wasn’t saying a thing. I didn’t have time for all of Julia’s nonsense and trouble. In fact, I don’t want to have anything to do with her, and the only reason I