The house feels the way it used to before her… wrong.
I have no idea how Lila managed to entertain my chaotic siblings every evening. My eyes keep glancing at the clock, counting down the hours until our parents finally arrive.
“Lila said she’d show me how to draw a horse today,” Sophie says halfway through some Disney show she insisted we all watch together.
Groaning, I pinch the bridge of my nose. “I already told you she’s not coming today,” I retort sharply.
All I’ve heard today is Lila this, Lila that.
“Lila lets me use the glitter pens.”
“That’s not how she does it, Lucas.”
“Lila says you have to sound out the words first.”
It’s like I can’t even escape her, no matter what I do or where I go.
Sophie pauses, then turns to me with a frown on her face as if I’ve personally offen
