later, Diane called while I was eating lunch at my desk.
Turkey sandwich.
Apple.
Water.
I let the phone ring three times.
She didn’t bother saying hello.
“Are you happy now?” she said. “You destroyed your sister’s life.”
I set down my sandwich and took a breath.
I hadn’t invited Karen.
I hadn’t made Brandon cheat.
I had canceled contracts in my name after being told I wasn’t family.
Mom accused me of always needing to be right.
Always needing to stand above everyone.
I reminded her.
Six years of
