"Maisie, sweetheart, what do you think? This is your room now."
I remained silent, staring blankly through the window. There was a time I'd have given anything to have this life back. Now? These too-little-too-late apologies turned my stomach.
"Leave." The word scraped from my throat like broken glass.
My parents stiffened as if struck. "Maisie, what did—"
"I said LEAVE." My voice was arctic, my glare frostbiting. "I don't want you here."
Mom's tears fell instantly. Dad went sheet-white.
"We only wanted to care for you—"
"To care for me?" A jagged laugh escaped me. "Where were you when Sierra branded me a fraud and ground me into the dirt?"
"Your concern comes a decade too late!" I shouted. I clawed at the stuffed dolls on the bed, flinging them like missiles, one after another. "O
