inside Trevor’s room.
I stared at the lock.
Daniel stood by the sink, refusing to meet my eyes.
“You knew about this?”
He sighed. “Mom thinks structure will reduce conflict.”
Lorraine stepped closer. “You snack whenever you want, you buy expensive things, and you make the house chaotic. From now on, meals are at my discretion.”
“My refrigerator,” I said.
“Our family refrigerator,” she corrected.
I walked into the garage.
When I returned with a hammer, Trevor raised his phone to record me, grinning. “Go ahead. Show everyone how crazy
