“What is going on?” Mom asks Chloe outside her bedroom.
“Why don’t you ask your favourite daughter?” She replies, and I hear footsteps indicating that she is walking away.
She opens the bedroom door and looks at me with a faint smile. “I’ll speak to Chloe later. You know how difficult she can be.”
I smile and nod in agreement.
My phone rings, and Leo’s name appears on the screen. I press the red circle and put the phone aside. Mom raises her eyebrows, but she doesn’t say a word.
“I left the cake downstairs when I heard the commotion. Are you okay?”
“It was just me and Chloe being siblings,” I shrug.
“But your cheek!” She looks at me with furrowed eyebrows.
“It’s okay.”
She pulls me by my arm before I protest, and I yelp.
“I’m sorry,” she says as she places a pack of fro
