Chapter 7
The moment Josh spoke, Carrie let go of him and screamed like she had lost her mind.
He held her tightly, his voice soft as he tried to calm her down.
George arrived almost immediately. His smile was polite, but his eyes were cold.
“Grace, Carrie’s condition is still unstable. Can you wait just a little longer? Once she gets better, I promise I’ll make it up to you and Josh with a proper wedding.”
I opened my mouth to respond, but before I could, my mother walked over and yanked at my arm–the same one that had been injured before. The force of it sent a sharp pain through me.
“Grace, George has always treated you like his own,” she said, her grip tightening. “Carrie is your sister. Can’t you just wait? Do you have to provoke her like this?”
My arm throbbed, the pain spreading to my abdomen. Years of being cast aside surged up inside me all at once. Tears burned at the corners of my eyes, and before I could stop myself, I asked, “Mom, is Carrie the only one you care about? Do you even remember that I’m your daughter?”
For a moment, she hesitated. Then, with a look of irritation, she let go.
“You’ve become so unreasonable, always competing with Carrie for everything!” she snapped. “Don’t forget–everything you eat, everything
