Marissa
I tossed and tossed on Brian’s bed, sleep refusing to come. He moved out last year when my dad now openly opposed his relationship with Sydney.
Had I known things would get this bad, I would have stayed back at the Lycan pack.
The next morning, I stayed in bed. I had no interest in another argument with my dad after last night. But my stomach growled after I finished the bottle of nuts in Brian’s room.
Avoiding the main areas of the house where I knew my stepmother was probably waiting, I slipped down the hallway.
But she was already downstairs, sitting at the head of the dining table like a waiting vulture.
"Good morning, honey. Come sit and eat breakfast."
The table was arranged with an assortment of dishes, but none looked remotely appetizing.
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