She was thr0wn out by his family—only for them to realize too late that the house was hers all along.

had simply accepted what kind of people were sitting in it.

Forks hovered above plates.

Aunt Diane stared at a water stain near the ceiling like the stain might rescue her from choosing a side.

One cousin rolled his thumb along the stem of his wineglass again and again.

Steam lifted from the roast while everyone watched my family throw me away inside the continue reading …