My jaw clenches; I smile through it. Clara. Just hearing her name makes me want to throw up. But this is her, standing in my family’s house, as if she owns the place. And worse—she actually does."Naomi!" she shrieks, the words squeaking out of her in a voice so high-pitched it drips with false enthusiasm.Someone get me an eye-roller so I can roll my eye into another dimension. So instead, I do what anyone with a modicum of self-respect would do in my position — I fake it."Clara! Oh my God, look at you! Glowing!" As all my pitch shifts toward the sun, I say. I add a slight head tilt for added impact.Her hands upon her swollen belly, and her lips curl into a smug smile. “Pregnancy looks good on me, huh?”Like a well-fed leech,” I whisper."What was that?" She asks, brows knitting.“I said, ‘Look at you, peach!’ “ I lie sweetly, giving her an arm pat as if I am the very best of friends with her.She giggles, and I fight the urge to scream. And, of course, my brother Theo is gazing at
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