Jacob and Grace were already in the room when the scream faded. Camila stood behind him, clutching her wrist where the hot water had splashed. Shards from the fallen cup glittered under the bed. The air felt crowded and bright.
Jacob stepped in front of her like a shield. “Are you hurt?" he asked Camila. His tone was soft in a way it never was with me.
“I'm fine," she whispered, eyes shining. “It was an accident."
Grace didn't wait for more. She came straight to my bedside. Her hand rose and cracked across my cheek before I could turn. The slap was sharp and simple. Heat bloomed on my skin.
“Enough," she shouted. “From the day you came back, this house has had no peace. We sent Camila away to calm things down, and still you found ways to stir trouble. Now she's finally home and you sta
