“Because you always give in eventually.”
Her words settled between us.
That was the plan.
There had been no misunderstanding about the temperature, my pregnancy, or the ownership of the house.
Harper had told Julian the room was available because she believed I would surrender it rather than create conflict after David’s funeral.
My parents had supported her because my compliance had become part of the household routine.
Every time I stayed quiet to preserve peace, they treated the silence as permission for the next demand.
“You did not think I agreed,” I said. “You thought I could be forced to agree.”
Harper began crying.
“Do you know what it’s like being your sister? You disappear for months, you never explain anything, and then military vehicles show up like you’re some important person in a movie.”
“I am not in a movie.”
“You made us look insignificant.”
