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ping my hands folded in my lap. Twenty-two yea

t her home, claiming she was their biological daughter. From the moment she ste

he held a plate of sliced fruit, offering a piece to Jenna. Her vo

ry this. This i

, before she looked back at Phyllis. She pitched her voice high and soft. "Thank yo

her cheek. She reached out to stroke Jenna's

em. He had unbuttoned his suit jacket, dropping his usual stern boardroom demeanor. He leaned i

family will give you

room, with its familiar oak furniture and framed family pho

telpiece where my figure skating championship trophie

ike me, who had to struggle fo

urned her head and shot me a sharp, disappro

ed a glass of water from the kitchen, ju

out behind me. She had been pretending to head up

no room for me in

I frowned, already tired of her ga

a sharp cry. Her body tipped backward,

r arms tucked in, her shoulders ta

in shock, my

of the stairs, curled

at the sound. Seeing the scene,

! Jenna! M

er and knelt

ked past Jenna, fixing his eyes direct

hand, pointing at me, tea

s my sister... s

with incredulous anger and hatred. "Ho

o explain that I hadn't, tha

t by Jenna's more painful c

er," Jenna sobbed. "She said... she said thi

She was putting her ow

me, stopping on the step just belo

your

ommand. No room for argument, no

apped tightly around Jenna, while Jeffry stood as a barrier

hyllis's arms, she was secretly watching me from

pt rubbing her right ankle

er balance. Her left foot had caught the edge of the step first. If she

clutching h

steady against my ribs, as the

bothered to get

estrated the

make a scene. I simply

ed against it, listening to the chaos

beg them

wn eyes exactly what kind of perso