The noise drew Tyler and Mom into the kitchen. “What is wrong with you?” Tyler yelled, wrapping an arm around Gwen.
“She ate my dinner! I worked all day and I’m starving!”
“Oh, cry me a river,” he sneered. “Gwen is carrying your niece or nephew. She needs real nutrition.”
“So do I!” I shouted, tears spilling over. Mom stepped forward, her face twisted with fury. “You selfish girl. Screaming at a pregnant woman over food? Your father would be ashamed of you.”
That cut deep. “Don’t you dare use Dad against me.”
“Get out!” Tyler shouted, pointing at the door. “Get out of this house and don’t come back until you apologize!”
I stared at him. “This is my house. Dad left it to me.”
Gwen sniffled dramatically. “God, you’re obsessed. Always ‘my house, my house.’ Some people have real problems, Katie.”
“Yes,” Mom added coldly. “This is our house too. Where your brother and his pregnant wife are supposed to live—unless you’re too selfish to let us. Get out and let us have some peace.”
I stood there, surrounded by people who no longer saw me as family—only as an obstacle—in the home my father had trusted me with. “Fine,” I muttered, something finally locking into place.
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