Stabbed by My Sister, Denied by My Mom
Tipsy after a few rounds of drinks, Aunt Peggy Pedersen draped an arm around Ashley, chuckling, "Surviving that mess means good fortune ahead, dear. Your unhinged sister hasn't pestered you again, has she?"
Before Ashley could respond, Linda snorted derisively. "As if she'd dare appear after hurting Ashley. That wretch has been gone for days now, probably too scared to face me."
In our warped bond, Linda dominated, weaponizing duty and devotion to crush my slightest defiance. Apparently, a mother's love could double as a tool of control.
Reveling in the gossip, Peggy crunched nuts and prodded further. "She can't ghost you forever. So young and already defiant? Imagine her grown up. She'll ru