Prim’s POV:
“It’s true then.” I heard D’s voice from behind me as I pulled the luggage from the closet. “You are leaving.”
I closed my eyes. I have no time for bickering or to explain myself to her. To my parents, yes, because I still respect them, but I knocked in their bedroom and no one was answering. I figured they had a party judging by the mess they left behind. There was not much to pack because we only used one bedroom.
“Yes, it’s true.”
“Where are you going to live? Oh, right, knowing you, you would have money left from the money mom and dad gave you to get a place of your own. What’s the matter with this house? Can’t you handle the heat anymore?”
This time, I made sure to give her the attention she badly needed. That’s all that she is anyway. A glorified freeloader who survi
