what you’ve done to our reputation?”
My sister stayed silent, letting our parents lead.
I stared.
What I’d done?
They pushed past me into the hallway and kitchen, acting as though they still controlled my home.
Mom accused me of telling the media they’d abandoned Ava.
I crossed my arms.
I hadn’t contacted any journalist.
Someone came, tasted Ava’s cooking, heard the story, and wrote about it.
Frankly, I thought the article had treated them gently.
Dad pointed angrily at me.
He demanded whether I found this amusing.
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