~~Scarlette~~
Her voice broke when she finally spoke.
“What are you getting at, Scarlett?”
For a second, the whole room froze. The only sound was the faint clink of a fork hitting a plate somewhere down the table. Then Mother’s voice sliced through the silence, cold and heavy.
“Enough.” She dropped her napkin beside her plate and looked straight at me. “You’ve said enough for one night, Scarlett.”
I smiled, small and tight. “Have I?”
“Yes,” she shot back, her tone turning icy. “You sit here, interrogating your sister like you’re some detective in this family. What gives you that right?”
“She’s lying,” I said flatly.
Mother’s lips curved into that knowing smirk that always made me want to throw something. “And who made you the judge of that? Tell me, has anyone ever interrogated you
