Meadow’s POV:

Yvonne stepped further into the bathroom, her heels clicking against the tiles as she crossed her arms in front of her chest.

“Oh yeah?” she scoffed. “I mean, you ran away from me the moment you turned eighteen because you couldn’t stand being around me, but sure, Meadow. Long time no see.”

I clenched my jaw.

Yvonne was only ten years older than Juniper and me. When the incident happened with my parents and we were practically orphaned, she was nearly done with ...