and smirked at me.
“A cabin fits you perfectly, you stinking woman.”
She didn’t whisper. She wanted everyone to hear.
Some people gasped. My mom looked down at the table, refusing to make eye contact. Robert shifted uncomfortably, but kept reading like pretending it didn’t happen would make it go away.
I clenched my jaw. It wasn’t the insult that got me. I’d been called worse in Afghanistan by people who wanted me dead. It was the fact that my own sister, sitting across from me in our father’s house, thought it was okay to spit on me like that in front of everyone.
Megan laughed under her breath, clearly enjoying herself.
“Come on, Hannah. You live out of a duffel bag most of the year anyway. That shack is perfect for you. Rustic, simple, nothing fancy. No one will even notice if you disappear up there.”
