Mistreated and misunderstood.

“So,” Sophie’s voice pierced the fog of Anna’s thoughts. The dining table was otherwise quiet, except for the children who played with their meals. “How did you come by these little bundles of yours?”

Anna had been expecting a lot out of her sister, but that question still stumped her a little.

“Sophie.” Their father warned her, but she didn’t pay him any attention. Or maybe, she just felt emboldened by the little sips of wine from her glass.

“Oh, come on, dad. I’m sure you want to know as well.”

Anna watched as her sister exchanged glances with their mother who seemed willing to let their daughter continue with the impromptu interrogation.

“Not in front of the children.” Her father spoke again, this time with a little hesitancy in his voice.

“I’m sure everyone here is curious as to who you spent the night with to conceive them,” Sophie stated with no hint of remorse, her voice lower in volume than before. The children continued