Jordan POV
Sarah was gone, now living in the pack house with Grant. I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. Stella had helped her pack, enthusiastic and filled to the brim with happiness for her, but had pointedly ignored my existence, as though I was invisible to her. It hurt. What had father said to her, that she despised me so much on sight? Or had she taken one look at me and judged me like so many others had, primarily based on looks?
I was glum as I crawled out of bed Monday morning. It was getting close to the end of the school year. Sarah’s graduation would be next week and then school would be over. I had a freezing cold shower, shivering violently, and hastily dressed in the warmest clothes I could find, before creeping upstairs and heading into the kitchen. I was a little conf
