Rage pours off my pen and spews onto the page, as I think of last night. The congratulations bestowed upon my little sister. They thought her so pure, so deserving as they toasted her success. I knew better.
Twenty years ago I watched as she buried her stillborn daughter, the result of an unknown teenage pregnancy.
I vowed never to tell, but as I sit in my flea ridden bedsit I think why shouldn’t I share her good fortune? She can afford to buy my silence.
I slip the letter under her door, go home and wait for my ship to come in.
If you want to know the reaction to the letter, read The Secret (Part I).
Written for Friday Fictioneers. A 100 word story inspired by a photo prompt. Read the other entries here.