Chapter 6
Mom would snatch things from my hands without hesitation and place them gently into Carrie’s.
Even Nick, who once adored and spoiled me, had grown distant after we moved into George’s home. He favored his new sister-
one who shared no blood with him—more and more. And when I protested, he would scold me for being jealous, for being petty.
At school, Carrie often pouted, claiming she was too tired to walk. Without hesitation, Nick would crouch down, eyes filled with
affection, and let her climb onto his back.
Meanwhile, I trailed behind them, hugging the school bags they had tossed at me, my vision blurring as tears welled up in my
eyes.
Since entering this house, Nick’s back had no longer been a place for me.
I still remember those early days when Carrie would smirk at me in secret, reveling in her newfound place at the center of my
family’s love.
“Have you noticed, Grace?” she’d say, eyes gleaming. “Mom and Nick don’t love you at all. You don’t belong here.”
She’d glance at me with contempt before skipping over to Nick, looping her arm around his and whining, “Nick, take me for a
walk.”
I looked at him, remembering how, just moments ago, I had asked for his help with my homework, only to be met with an
impatient glare and a curt “I’m busy.”
