“You should be grateful for the company,” Gwen added, already heading for the stairs. “Which guest room can we take?”
I stood there, shocked into silence, as they marched past me with their belongings.
“We’ll take the blue room,” Mom called after them. “It has the best morning light.”
As they thundered upstairs, Mom patted my shoulder condescendingly. “Don’t make a fuss, Katie. It’ll be nice having everyone together.”
I watched her follow them up, feeling like I’d somehow become a guest in my own home.
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