I stood at the top of the stairs, running my fingers along the cold banister.Down in the living room, Mom and Dad led in a timid boy. He wore a washed-out jacket and looked around the unfamiliar, lavish home uneasily."Kenneth, don't be scared. This is your home now," Mom said, her voice soft and careful as she gently stroked his hair.In the past, that kind of careful tenderness had always made me jealous, but now, I felt nothing at all."This is Lenora, your older sister," Dad said, beaming. "She took time off from school just to come home and meet you."Lenora Shepherd, who had rushed back from out of town, pulled a beautifully wrapped gift box from her bag. "Welcome to our home. I got you a little welcome gift."Her eyes, usually so cool and aloof, were now full of smiles and brimming with doting affection.I watched the scene expressionlessly, as if it were a play that had nothing to do with me. I felt no anger, no jealousy, not even a ripple of emotion.Kenneth Shepherd
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