5
Lydia moved into my room. But I didn’t go to hers. Instead, I found a random guest room and settled there for the time being.
The bedding the servants gave me was cold and damp. I ended up sleeping in my clothes. It was only for a few days, after all. Once I got through it, everything would finally be over.
But the next morning, as I went downstairs, I saw a mess where Mom’s memorial photo was kept. Her picture was thrown on the floor, the frame shattered, and there were muddy footprints all over it. Mom’s once–smiling face looked as if she were crying in pain.
Lydia’s pet dog was gnawing on the broken frame while Lydia clapped her hands, amused.
I stood there, feeling the blood rush to my head. All my restraint, all my self–control vanished in an instant.
Like a madwoman, I picked up a vase and threw it at the dog. It ran off, and Lydia shrieked as shards from the vase scratched her arm.
“Jennifer! What are you doing? How could you hurt your sister?” Dad’s voice cut through as Lydia threw herself into his arms, sobbing.
“Dad, help me, Sister wants to kill me..
“Jennifer, you’re going too far!”
“Can’t you see? She ruined Mom’s photo…” My whole body was shaking, tears streaming down my face as I felt a deep pain and grief for Mom But Dad barely glanced at the photo on the floor. He frowned. “That doesn’t give you the right to hurt people!”
“Dad…”
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