of those dramatic sighs I had heard countless times over the previous months.
“Annie, you’ve been angry long enough. Lina is still your sister.”
I stared at her.
That was exactly what everyone kept reminding me.
Apparently being sisters mattered when I was expected to forgive Lina.
Nobody had seemed nearly as concerned about sisterhood when Lina started sleeping with my husband.
Mom continued.
“She deserves to be happy too.”
Amelia was standing by the front door listening to every word.
I refused to argue in front of her.
Instead,
