“It’s not just food,” I snapped. “It was the only thing I could stomach. I begged her not to eat it.”
He rubbed his temples like I was the problem.
“Life is about sacrifices,” he said. “Can’t you be less selfish for once?”
That word slammed into me: selfish.
Selfish for wanting my own food. My own house. My own grief.
I stared at him, my voice going ice-cold.
“You and your sister are the nightmare roommates people rant about on Reddit.”
He didn’t laugh. He just looked… annoyed.
And then came the baby shower.
Violet planned it without asking me. Invitations sent. Decorations ordered. Soon my house was full of strangers laying their coats on my furniture and balancing drinks on my counters like it was their place.
I wanted to lock myself in my bedroom, but Victor squeezed my hand.
“Please, Ruby,” he whispered. “This is important for Violet. And for you two. You’ll regret it if you don’t try.”
So I stayed. I poured punch. I smiled until my cheeks hurt. I clapped as she opened gifts, while balloons bobbed above the place I once pictured my own baby shower.
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