A flicker of discomfort flashed across Elena's face, but she quickly masked it.
She snapped, "What did we ever do to wrong you? Sure, we asked you to give Serena the room when you were fourteen, but apart from that, we raised you! And this is how you repay us? Acting all ungrateful now?"
Her voice was sharp, her mask finally cracking.
Serena chimed in right after her, "Yeah, sis, I came home that year, and mom and dad told me I was their biological daughter. They asked you to switch rooms, and you agreed. Other than that, didn't we basically live the same? Same food, same clothes, same school—what are you even complaining about?"
They stuck firmly to that version.
After all, that was years ago. No one had any real proof now. The old maids who knew anything had long gone to
