Carly’s POV.
Allie's voice broke through the stifling silence, her face awash with hot, angry tears as she demanded, "Answer me, mother and father! What have I done?" The words twisted in the air like serpents, punctuated by the raw grief that tore at her chest.
I stood frozen, my knuckles turning white as my fists clenched in silent frustration. The words burned in my throat, desperate to escape, to scream at Allie that she had done everything wrong, that she should leave and never return.
“We don’t hate you,” the denial from my mother was like a slap to the face, the harsh words only serving to further inflame Allie's frustration.
"You don't hate me? Seriously?" she snapped, pushing out mother roughly.
"Allie, what more do you want? You're the cause of the war!" Our mother cried, he
