Emily crossed her arms. “We’re family.”
Daniel said, “That does not create ownership.”
Mom turned to me.
“Your sister has children. You have a career. Why do you need four bedrooms?”
I looked past her.
My photos were gone from the hallway.
Emily’s furniture filled my living room.
A framed picture of her family sat where mine used to be.
Then Daniel played the recording.
Mom’s face changed before the first thirty seconds were over.
Emily whispered, “Turn that off.”
He didn’t.
When the recording reached the part about filing
