They removed my chair from the family table like I no longer existed. Then my father called and told me, “You’re not invited.”
I stood in my apartment, phone in hand, watching rain slide down the glass.
“Not invited to what?”
“To dinner,” Dad replied. “Your sister wants peace tonight.”
My sister, Clara, wanted attention.
Peace had never been her thing.
“What dinner?”
A pause.
“We’re celebrating Ryan,” he said. “He got promoted.”
Ryan Vale. Clara’s boyfriend.
Charming smile, luxury watch, hollow eyes.
I let out a short laugh. “Celebrating him?”
“He’s doing better than you, Emma. Don’t turn this bitter.”
There it was.
The blade, polished and familiar.
Mom took the phone. “Sweetheart, Ryan is practically family now. He’s helped Clara so much.
And you… well, you’ve always been difficult.”
“Difficult,” I echoed.
“You ask too many questions,” she said gently. “You make people uncomfortable.”
Because questions once saved my company from fraud. Because uncomfortable people usually had something to hide.
In the background, Clara sang, “Tell her not to come!”
Then Ryan’s voice drifted in.
“Don’t worry, Mr.
Hayes. Some people just can’t celebrate success.”
My grip tightened on the phone.
Dad laughed.
That hurt more than Ryan.
I said, “Congratulations to Ryan.”
Dad sounded relieved. “Good.
Be mature.”
“I will.”
I hung up before my voice cracked.
For ten minutes, I stood there in silence.
Then my laptop chimed.
A board meeting reminder appeared on the screen.
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