From Servant to Sovereign

wam. My ea

nally managed, my vo

urse. Where else would I go? You wouldn' t

satory, as if I'

ourselves, Mom. Alex sleeps in th

. "You can make room. F

rd hung in the air

my mother, my brothers.

ce, not a person. An un

day and night. Not a word of than

l, then vanished, leaving me to sort his mea

now,

little strength. "For years, I was his nurse, his co

. "That was your father. It was

and humorless, escaped me

he apron I was still wearing, the symbol

t doing

Eleanor' s voice r

t be your caretake

idiculous," Mark snappe

t back. "The ones getting the

w dare you! You ungrateful girl! A

ignite. "What exactly have you done for me, Mother? Besides overl

chless for a moment, t

erical. You'

d. Or maybe I w

e good daughter, the quiet one, the o

ving dinner, my labor of love,

aid, my voice dangerously

he edge of the