At first, there were small noises: footsteps, the creak of the bed, the soft click of a drawer.
Then Ava’s voice burst through the speaker, sharp and commanding: “You’re going to clean my room!”
“And don’t forget you’re washing my dishes,” Sophie chimed in, and I heard a laugh.
Lily tried to protest. “But, those are your chores…”
Sophie sounded annoyed by the question. “Just do it. It’s easier if you stop asking questions, Lily.”