“It is to me,” I said, my voice rising despite my efforts. “It’s my home. My routine. My job.”
Vanessa’s eyes flashed. “God, you’re always so intense.”
“I’m intense because you just showed up unannounced and declared you live here.”
“Because I do,” she said, and then she reached for her phone. “Let’s ask Mom. Since you love rules so much.”
The panic in my stomach turned cold. I watched her thumb through her contacts, watched her tap our mother’s name with the confidence of someone who had never been told no in any way that mattered.
She put it on speaker.
My mother answered on the second ring, voice alert and already loaded with meaning. “Vanessa? Are you there? Did you get to Lauren’s?”
So they knew. They’d planned this. They’d discussed it without me.
Vanessa glanced at me with a faint smirk and then let her voice crack. “I’m here,” she said, and the tears arrived on cue, softening her tone. “But Lauren says I can’t stay. She doesn’t want me here.”
