She lit scented candles without asking, and left behind heavy scents and even oily stains from her “relaxing oils.”
The memory of last Christmas still stung, when I’d found my jewelry box emptied into a drawer because she “needed the space.”
She also shoved my books under the bed, and always left our room messier than she found it.
The doorbell rang, and Jake opened it with practiced enthusiasm. “Mom! Dad! Great to see you!”
Monica swept in like royalty, air-kissing both of Jake’s cheeks before giving me a once-over that somehow made me feel both invisible and scrutinized.
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