Honestly, it's infuriating. That house was originally Clarice's, and she was the rightful heiress of the Sullivan family. Yet somehow Lydia stole everything—first the home, then even the guy.
"Clarice, did they mess with you yesterday because you wouldn't give them the heirloom ring?" Chloe guessed.
Clarice smiled faintly and replied, "Nope."
She didn't want to say more—telling Chloe would just make her upset too.
The sting on her cheek still hadn't faded; it reminded her of how she'd lost her temper again, picking a fight with Lydia. But what really crushed her was knowing she was still powerless. She had wanted to take her sister and leave that place for so long... yet here she was, still swallowing her pride and letting them walk all over her.
Was she just hopeless?
