“Okay, young lady, what are you not telling me?” Mom asks, her brows knitted, as she scans my expression with suspicion. I realize how paranoid I was acting, but who wouldn't snap at such news? “I’m sorry, Mom, but you just revealed that you and Dad also can’t stand Melinda. I’ve made it pretty clear that I can't tolerate that woman for one minute, let alone an entire week,” I lied through my teeth. That's what I can come up with, and it wasn't a lie; it was part of the truth. I hate Melinda. The thought of leaving with my brother under the same roof was a burden on its own, not to mention a bonus ‘Melinda.’ I'd totally go crazy. “No, Mother, I don't want to go, and I told you I'd be lonely, not scared. It's okay if Brandon doesn't come over. I will stay alone.” And, goddess, why does my voice come out sounding like I’m upset about the idea of staying alone when it’s the opposite? Everything is a mess. “If it's Melinda you're worried about, then be at ease; your brother menti
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