Serena's POVI continued pacing, back and forth, the soft carpet muffling the sharp taps of my heels. Anger boiled beneath my skin—raw, bitter, unforgiving. How dare they treat me like this? Like I was some outsider. Like I didn’tbelong.

Just then, my phone screen lit up. A message from Myself.

Where are you? There’s a situation at home, and every member of the family is neede

I stared at the text, reading it twice. The word “situation” echoed in my mind. What kind of situation? My ...