don’t need all this space.”
There it was.
No guilt or hesitation, only certainty, as though they had justified this decision repeatedly before I ever got home.
“Be a good sister for once,” Evelyn added.
And there was the role I had played my whole life.
The reliable one.
The one who adjusted.
The one who made everything work.
They expected an argument.
I gave them none.
Instead, I walked between them.
Richard shifted slightly, maybe expecting me to go upstairs and make a scene.
I didn’t.
I passed the
