“Either give your master bedroom to your sister by tomorrow morning, or pack your bags and get out of this house forever.”
Gwendolyn didn’t bother easing into the conversation. Instead, she dropped the sentence across the dinner table like an explosion she had been waiting years to finally set off.
For one long second, the only sound in the quiet room was the ceiling fan clicking overhead.
My father, Samuel, kept his eyes firmly lowered toward his plate.
My stepsister Chloe, eighteen, leaned back in her chair with a small,
