“Emily, it’s really simple. Either give me the money and we’ll leave, or sell the house so we can all share the loss.”
Megan sauntered over, smirking as she watched me crumble.
They were certain I couldn’t stay here. The neighbors despised me, my home was in shambles, and the noise was endless.
The crowd grew more agitated, ready to throw us all out.
“Why don’t you just give the house to your brother? That way you’ll stop fighting. It’s all for your own good,” Mom sobbed, pretending to care.
A chill ran through me.
“For my own good? Everything he has came from me! And now even my home should be his? You just want me to spend my life taking care of Daniel, don’t you?”
I screamed at Mom, fury burning as I looked at her pitiful face. This had been my whole childhood—I had believed her, always putting Daniel first.
But now, I saw it clearly.
I shoved Mom aside, ignoring their curses, and stormed back into my apartment.
Megan and the others followed, spewing insults.
When I opened the door, I froze.
My belongings were strewn across the floor, jewelry boxes ripped open, and every piece of jewelry gone without a trace.
