My Mom Kicked Me Out At 16 Then Demanded My C0ndo For My Sister…

Not pride.

Definitely not pride.

It looked more like irritation at discovering I had done better than she had expected.

Then she turned to me.

“Sophie starts her internship next month.”

I waited.

“She needs somewhere stable while she gets settled.”

I was still holding the little kitchen scissors I’d been using on the tulips.

“What does that have to do with me?”

My mother glanced toward the windows.