Chapter 2

What are you still waiting for? Get your ass out of here.”

 

I had already changed into fresh clothes and now sat quietly on the edge of my bed, staring at nothing. My thoughts spiraled endlessly, grasping for any way to convince Dad not to abandon me, when Mirriam strode into my room with a contemptuous sneer, arms crossed, eyes glittering with cruel satisfaction.

 

I was used to that look—she wore it whenever we were alone. She never missed a chance to make me feel like an intruder in my own home, an outsider who never truly belonged. And somehow, no one ever saw through her.

 

“Mirriam, please…” I rushed toward her, desperation propelling me forward. “Help me. Please help me convince Dad not to throw me out—”