I stabbed my fork into the grilled salmon like it had personally offended me.Three years. Three goddamn years of this circus, and they still acted like we were one big happy family. Mom’s voice floated across the dinner table, all sugar and fake excitement, the way it always got when she was about to drop something she knew I’d hate.
“—and Richard’s son, Dion is finally coming to stay with us for a couple of weeks,” she said, smiling like she’d just announced a trip to Paris. “He’ll be here tomorrow night.”
I snorted so hard I almost choked on my water. I didn’t look up. Just kept pushing the rice around my plate, pretending the words hadn’t landed like a slap.
“Faye,” Mom said sharply. “Did you hear what I said?”
“Loud and clear,” I muttered, still not lifting my eyes.
“Another Cald
