“Do not let her leave.”

sisters do.”

“Mom told you what didn’t happen,” I countered, my voice echoing off the china cabinets. “And she wrote it down for you so you could weaponize it.”

Callie stepped forward, raising her phone high. The screen displayed a grid of three faces: Aunt Marian, Everly, and Joss.

“I have kept a ledger for four years, Rowan,” Marian’s voice boomed through continue reading …