Chapter 47

Tank

“How are you really doing?”

I fight not to roll my eyes at my older sister. She’s my second mother, has been since the day I was born. I remember her dressing me up and showing me off to her friends when I was little. I’m glad there aren’t any pictures because I looked like a horrible Cabbage Patch Doll reject if I recall correctly. It never bothered me, but sometimes her need to mother me is suffocating, especially as I got older and started living my own life. It’s never cool to have two moms breathing down your neck, and that’s exactly what I have some days.

“Save all your motherly concerns for my niece. She should be here very soon,” I give her a slight grin, adjusting my leg on the couch in the den. I hope the grin softens the blow of my tone. I’m not in the mood for it today. If I’m honest, I’m not even in the mood for my own company. Given carte blanche, I’d probably tell them all to get out.