My eyes flicker, and I fight to hide the surprise washing through me. This is her. Sara. The daughter of my stepmom’s dreams. The one who gets to live under the same roof as my parents. They never bothered introducing us before. Why now?
“Oh,” I say, and of course Johanna bristles.
“Oh?” She lifts that sharp brow. “Is that how you welcome family? So coldly?”
It's not like she’s ever been warm to me. Where does she expect warmth to come from? “Sorry,” I mutter, teeth grinding under the word. “I’ve heard about you too.”
Sara rises from the couch and comes to hold my hand. I almost flinch.
“I can’t believe this is the first time we’re meeting after ten years.” She sounds sweet, genuine even and that smile hasn't stopped blinding me since I walked in.
“Sara just graduated early, top of
