“You have no right to command me, Riana. You are not my Luna” Delilah looked up at Riana who was slightly taller than her.
Riana glared at her half-sister, towering her a little, and with gritted teeth she said, “Get out”
The room felt too loud for Willa even though nobody was really shouting.
Little Willa’s small hands clutching the hem of her school skirt, her feet already starting to feel tired.
Her mommy, Riana faced Aunt Delilah, looking like one of those scary queens in the old storybooks who could freeze people with a single look. Mommy’s voice wasn’t loud, but it was sharp, like when you accidentally touch a thorn.
Willa didn’t understand most of the words the adults were saying, things like “boundaries” and “manipulation” and “emotional interference.” Those were g
