"You can enter."

Cassidy's legs froze beneath her. Was she ready for this? The hours of therapy and the conversation with her parents the night before made her think she was, but what if she wasn't?

"You can do this," she whispered to herself.

She was strong. She had been to hell and back. This much she could handle.

The room was cold, and the metal chair beneath her did nothing to warm her up. Her legs bounced nervously as she waited.

The door creaked open and in walked the one person she never thought she would see again.

"Took you long enough to come," Rose said smiling.

Cassidy didn't answer, not sure what to say. She hadn't known what Rose's reception would be like.

Rose sat opposite her; her hands bound in cuffs. The guard left, leaving both sisters alone in the room. It reminded Cassidy of that night and being in the interrogation room with Rose.

"I expected you much sooner," Rose said, breaking the ice.

"I've been away," Cassidy answered, still unsure what to say.

"Where did you go?"

"To my aunt's house. We needed some time to rest."

"How are Martha and Leon? I heard they both survived," Rose grimaced.

Cassidy's arm started tapping her leg, adding to the bounce. She couldn't stop herself from being nervous and anxious. She didn't want to be here, but some part of her wasn't at peace. She needed to see Rose. Why she didn't know, but maybe after this visit she would feel much better.

"Why did you ask for me?" Cassidy asked, avoiding the topic of her parents.

"I've been asking for you for months. You never came."

"You didn't really expect me to come and see you, did you?" Cassidy asked incredulous.

"Why not? You said you've been searching me for years. You finally know where I am, and you wouldn't even visit?"

"You're in jail," Cassidy reminded her. "After trying to kill me and my family."

Rose smiled.

"That's old news now."

"It really isn't."

"Then why come now?" Rose asked angrily.

"Your trial starts tomorrow," Cassidy answered.

After six months, they were finally starting Rose's trial. There was no doubt she was guilty; they even had her confession. From what Cassidy understood, they were charging her with over thirty murders. There was no way she was ever going to be leaving this prison.

It was an open and shut case, but the families needed justice. The families that had lost their loved ones deserved to see Rose stand before a judge and issued the justice they craved.

"There's been quite a storm on the news," Rose said smiling.

"Everyone is interested in you," Cassidy agreed.

Every newspaper and television had Rose's face plastered all over them in the last few days.

After the events of six months ago, Rose had been everyone's main topic. Everyone was dissecting why she was killing these people, what her past had to do with it and whether her sister would turn out the same way.

Cassidy hadn't been spared in their search for gossip. Thankfully no reporters were able to figure out exactly where they had disappeared to, but they all had to change their phones due to the constant ringing.

"Is this what it's like to be famous?" Rose mused laughing.

"Famous people aren't usually in jail for murder," Cassidy couldn't help snipping back.

Rose glared at her.

"If you're not here to see me or be nice, why come?" she asked seriously.

Cassidy didn't have an answer for her.

The last six months had been hell for Cassidy. The nightmares still plagued her. She'd wake up in a cold sweat thinking Rose was standing over her with a knife. The screams of her parents as Rose had hurt them still rang in her ears.

The hours of therapy she had endured had done nothing to help the guilty feeling that had been festering inside her. It had just grown and grown.

"I don't know," Cassidy answered honestly.

Rose sat silently and watched her, as though waiting for Cassidy to figure her thoughts out.

"I guess I still can't believe you're capable of something like this," Cassidy said finally. "I saw what you did that night; I was there. And yet some part of me still can't understand what would drive you to do something so horrible."

"Are you going to spend the rest of your life trying to understand me?" Rose asked.

Cassidy looked up at her sister, and for a second saw a glimmer of the Rose she knew.

"Maybe understanding you would help me move on."

"How are you so sure? I've told you the reason why I killed," Rose said.

"Because you like it," Cassidy recalled.

Rose nodded.

"But that can't be it. Even then it sounded like a lie. There has to be some other underlying reason," Cassidy said shaking her head.

She refused to believe that the reason Rose had killed all these people was simply because she liked it. Cassidy liked ice cream but that didn't mean she wanted to eat it every day. Eventually she'd get bored of it. But eating ice cream and killing people weren't even in the same category, she corrected herself.

"There isn't. I did it because I liked it. I liked the way it made me feel."

Both sisters sat in silence while Cassidy tried to gather her thoughts. Maybe coming here had been a mistake. She had been aware that Rose was asking for her. Rose's lawyer had gotten into contact with her to go through the process of what was happening.

Although Cassidy had almost been one of Rose's victims, she was also her family and her lawyer thought he should update her on what was going on. Not that Cassidy wanted the updates to be honest. But the lawyer had been persistent, and Cassidy had stayed on the phone with him for almost an hour last week in which he had practically begged her to visit her sister. Rose was insisting on seeing her.

"Do you feel sorry?" Cassidy asked softly.

She didn't look up at Rose as she asked. She couldn't bare to see the expression on Rose's face.

The silence, however, stretched longer, making her look up. Rose was staring at the wall behind Cassidy as though she was thinking about it.

"Would it make you better if I said I felt sorry?" Rose asked eventually.

"I don't want you to tell me what I want to hear. I want to know what you feel."

Rose paused before she spoke.

"I had a lot of time to think in the last six months. I am sorry for the way I treated you. I missed you all those years and all I wanted was to find you again and that we could be a family again. Those years were tough for me, and I thought when I found you, that would be it. My life would be different."

"You mean you would have stopped killing?" Cassidy clarified.

Rose nodded, finally looking at her sister.

"But when I found you and saw you with them, all I felt was rage. I couldn't stop it. It consumed me and ate at me every night. I never wanted to hurt you. But I couldn't stop myself. Every time I thought about you, all I felt was rage and no longer the happiness and the peace I thought you would bring me. In my head you became the thing that was keeping me back from peace."

"So you thought if I died you'd be at peace?"

"You would no longer be around to plague me. And neither would Martha and Leon," Rose answered truthfully.

"You never meant to hurt me then."

Rose shook her head.

"I wanted to be with you. To be a family," she answered, her eyes moist.

"Do you not feel sorry for the other families?" Cassidy couldn't help but ask.

Rose looked down at the table. When she looked back up, her eyes were dry, and the familiar taunting expression was back on her face.

"I don't."

Cassidy wasn't sure how to react to Rose's honestly.

"They lost their loved ones," she said softly.

Rose's expression didn't change.

"I've been feeling guilty for the past six months and every day it gets worse. Martha and Leon wouldn't have been in harms way if it wasn't for me. That single thought has not left my mind for one second in the last six months. You hurt them because of me. Seth almost lost his parents because of me. I haven't been able to look them in the eye without feeling like I've ruined their life. You did that. You made me feel that way," Cassidy said off-loading everything from her chest.

The only other person she had told about her thoughts had been her therapist. She had explained to Cassidy that it wasn't her fault, and that Rose was the one who was guilty, but it wasn't sticking in Cassidy's brain. Cassidy felt responsible and she wasn't sure how she was supposed to be around Martha and Leon now. Would being with them cause them more harm down the road? Seth had almost been made an orphan because of Rose.

"I would have killed them either way," Rose stated

"What?" Cassidy asked confused.

"Whether I had seen them with you or without you, just the thought of them living a happy life after they left me there would have been enough for me to kill them."

"Is that supposed to make me feel better?"

"I didn't harm them solely because you were with them. I would have killed them either way. You being there was terrible luck on you part because seeing you with them made me want to kill you too," Rose answered, shrugging.

"But you have to know that they didn't leave you there on purpose? That your anger towards them is unfounded," Cassidy pleaded.

Rose glared at her.

"My anger is justified. There is no knowing what my life would have been like had they adopted me."

"So you're going to place all the blame on them?"

Rose nodded.

"Don't you see how wrong that is? What's to say you won't have turned out to be the same person as you are now? How are you so sure that being adopted by them would have meant you wouldn't be a killer?" Cassidy asked.

Martha and Leon were not to blame for the person that Rose was. And neither was Cassidy now that she thought about it. She wasn't to blame for anything Rose did. Only Rose was.

"They made me into this!" Rose screamed getting angry.

Cassidy shook her head, not able to hear any more of this.

She had thought they were having a meaningful conversation just now. That Rose was regretting what she had done and was feeling sorry. But that wasn't true.

"You made yourself into this. Have a nice life Rose. This'll be the last time I'm visiting."

Cassidy took one last look at her sister before she walked out. She wasn't the same Rose she remembered, but that would be the Rose Cassidy kept close to her heart. This Rose was someone that Cassidy didn't know. And someone she wished she could forget.