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

protected whoever cried first.

Camille had learned that before she learned multiplication, and my parents had spent years rewarding the lesson.

My mother stood then and grabbed my arm.

Her nails dug little half-moons into my skin.

“You jealous rat,” she hissed. “Your sister was finally going to be happy.”

“Happy?” Camille laughed through tears that turned continue reading …