Chapter 4

"Hannah, Chloe and I can't keep making room for you forever."

Who had been making room for whom?

I had swallowed everything for years, and that was why they believed they were in the right.

The moment I pushed back, the fault became mine.

I tried to lay it out with some dignity.

The tears came anyway.

They mixed into the frosting and left a white track down my cheek.

That was when I felt the sting.

I touched my face and found that a cake decoration had cut me, and a bead of blood had come up.

It was…