my home too, so tomorrow morning your room becomes Chloe’s, and if you don’t like it, you can leave right now.”
Dad said nothing to defend me.
I slowly folded my cloth napkin and placed it beside my plate.
“All right.”
Gwendolyn blinked, clearly caught off guard.
“What did you say?”
“I said all right,” I repeated calmly.
I went upstairs, pulled two heavy hard-shell suitcases from my closet, and began packing methodically.
I carefully packed my work clothes, laptop, personal documents, my mother’s vintage gold jewelry, a framed family
