Zach was the last one home.My mom, Linda Shaw, had made a whole table of food, every dish one of Mia's favorites.My dad, Robert Shaw, set two homemade boxes on the table. "All right. Tomorrow's the weekend, so it's time to draw again.""Nora, you're the older sister. You go first."I put down my fork. I didn't want to eat food I didn't even like, and I didn't want to play a game I'd never agreed to."I'm not drawing. Zach is my boyfriend. There's nothing strange about me going on dates with him, so why do I have to draw from a box for the privilege?"Mia lowered her eyes, ran into the kitchen, and when she emerged, she once again held a kitchen knife to her neck."So you're blaming me, Nora? Fine. I'll just die, then. I won't get in your way anymore!"The blade was still a couple of inches from her neck, but everyone immediately panicked, crying and begging her to put it down.Zach shot me an accusing look too. "You know what condition your sister's in. We're just humoring her to kee
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