“Austin, don’t even begin,” Sheila snapped. “The house already belongs to you now. Your sister is thirty years old. She can’t just come back here pretending everything is perfectly fine.”

That was when I understood.

They were not asking me to leave for only a few days.

They had already transferred the house into Austin’s name, making sure I was erased before I even came home.

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PART 2

“Are you truly throwing me out?” I asked, my voice trembling. “After everything I sacrificed for all of you?”

Sheila gently rubbed her pregnant belly and stared at me with open contempt.

“Stop acting like you’re the victim, Summer. You went to prison because you chose to,” she said.

A hollow, painful laugh escaped my lips.

“Why did I choose that? Austin was the one driving my car against traffic on the main road. You were sitting beside him. Both of you were drunk after leaving a party. You hit a man and fled the scene. Did you forget already?”