I wave the envelope in front of her face. “Why did you take this out of the trash?”
“Why did you lie about it? It’s not an invitation to be on the synchronized trampoline team.” She tosses a chip to Falkor and sits up. “It’s from your grandmother.”
“So?”
“You didn’t even read it, Liam.”
“And it’s your business because . . .”
“It’s not my business,” she says. “It’s yours, so read it.”
I don’t want to know what’s in the letter. It’s in the category of things I don’t care about. “Are you aware it’s illegal to open someone else’s mail? Does violation of privacy mean anythin’ to you?”
Kierra doesn’t look guilty at all as she pulls another chip from the bag and pops it into her mouth. “It wasn’t yours anymore. You threw it out. Legally speaking, it’s not a violation of privacy.”
“What ar
