I Left My Family’s House Bare Before My Sister Could Steal It

“Monica,” he said, and already I hated what was coming because he used my full name only when he wanted me small, “we’re family. We weren’t keeping score.”

I almost answered right away. Then I didn’t.

Because the thing sitting under all my anger was worse. I had not been keeping score either. Not for a long time. I really had believed if I just kept continue reading …