Meadow’s POV:
Yvonne stepped further into the bathroom, her heels clicking against the tiles as she crossed her arms in front of her chest.
“Oh yeah?” she scoffed. “I mean, you ran away from me the moment you turned eighteen because you couldn’t stand being around me, but sure, Meadow. Long time no see.”
I clenched my jaw.
Yvonne was only ten years older than Juniper and me. When the incident happened with my parents and we were practically orphaned, she was nearly done with college and offered to take us in right when they were considering putting us in foster homes.
She raised us for eight years, and she was right. The moment I turned eighteen, I left and never looked back. But Juniper followed me—per usual.
My brows drew together. “That’s not why I left.You know I left because of
