Every time I came home, I feared all her stuff would be gone. The closet would be absent of her belongings, the coffee mug she used every morning would be nowhere in sight, and the bed we shared would be empty. It was my darkest fear. Never in my life had I been so scared. But she was so mad, I thought it was a real possibility she would leave. We hadn’t spoken at all. When she came home, she pretended I didn’t exist. That was unusual. When we fought, we would scream at each other until the issue was resolved. She’d never given me the cold shoulder. I didn’t know what to do. Every time I opened my mouth to apologize, she stormed out of the room then slammed the door. She was completely shutting me out. What the fuck was I supposed to do? How did I fix this? I called Scarlet at the end of my workday. She was my annoying and bratty sister, but I needed her. “Hey,” she said in a cheery voice.
