When the Heart Remembers
"This house isn't a charity. If you don't want Mr. Meyer, fine. Go find some other man willing to give away 200 grand for you. Otherwise, shut up and do as you're told."
My cheek was swollen, stinging with every breath. I stared at my parents, baffled by how shamelessly biased and selfish they were.
Even though I'd already lost hope in this family long ago, I still wanted an explanation.
"Why?" My voice cracked, heavy with pain. "Why is Audrey the chosen one, and I'm just the one you want to sell off? We're identical twins. I'm your daughter, too. Why do you hate me so much that you'd marry me off to a 60-year-old man just so you could organize a grand wedding for her?"