Chapter 3

Dad was busy with work, so after getting a nice short haircut, I went home alone.

Inside, Mom was sitting alone on the couch. Martha and Emily were already gone.

I thought for sure Mom would beat the living daylights out of me when she saw me like this.

Because I knew now that she was the one who hated having a girl. She was the one who tried to smother me at birth. Dad was the one who stopped her.

All these years, the only reason she was nice to me was that I was a useful cover for…