decided nothing I did would ever count.
“This isn’t punishment, sweetheart,” Mom said. “Dylan has momentum right now. He’s meeting important people. He needs a proper workspace.”
“I work from that room.”
“You can work anywhere,” Chloe muttered.
That was when I realized my drafting table was gone.
I turned toward the hallway and spotted its metal legs beneath a blanket near the front door.
One corner was badly scraped.
I had spent hundreds of nights at that table working while everyone else slept.
Now it sat by the entrance
