Behind her, my sister Madison Bennett leaned against the doorframe, holding a set of keys that should’ve been mine. She wore my favorite sweater—one she “borrowed” years ago and never returned—like she was already decorating herself with my life.
I stared at the new deadbolt. “Mom,” I said slowly, “what did you do?”
Karen Bennett’s voice didn’t soften. “You’ve always been selfish,” she snapped. “This house is better for Madison. She needs stability. You’ll survive anywhere.”
I swallowed hard. My hands trembled, but my voice stayed calm. “I bought this house. My name is on the deed.”
Madison Bennett stepped forward and waved a paper in my face like she was presenting a trophy. “Lease agreement,” she said brightly. “See? You’re just staying here. Mom and I already signed.”
I stared at the paper.
