Dad hu.mi.liated me in front of 30 people: “You weren’t important enough to be invited to your sister’s wedding.” – Welcome

with pizza and a cheap bottle of sparkling cider because I had specifically told her I didn’t want champagne.

We sat on the living-room floor.

I had gotten rid of the couch Daniel had chosen, and the replacement hadn’t arrived yet.

Megan raised her plastic cup.

“To never lending Ashley your car.”

I laughed so hard I almost spilled my drink.

“To never being continue reading …