“My belly… My baby… I think the baby’s scared…”
Dad stood slowly. His eyes were dark. Cold.
Then—he hit me so hard my vision blurred.
“You heartless girl! You want your sister dead?! You’ve always been jealous of her!
“Get out. Get out of this house. You’re not my daughter anymore!”
Orville shot me a look so cold I thought it might kill me on the spot. Then he picked Blaire up in his arms like a damn prince and stormed out of the room.
My father pointed at me, his hands shaking.
“If anything happens to her… you’ll pay for it, Presley. You hear me?!”
Then he strode out the door too.
Just as they crossed the threshold, I caught a glimpse of Blaire turning her head toward me, her lips curling into a faint smirk.
And then, she lifted her middle finger at me.
Moments later, the living room fell into complete silence, as if everything that had just happened had been a dream.
I hugged myself, curling into the shadows. For the first time in years… I didn’t know what to do.
Then—the door slammed open.
Orville stormed back in.
Before I could react, he grabbed my wrist and yanked me to my feet.
“Let go of me! What are you doing?!”