Meadow’s POV:

Once when we were younger, Juniper wanted to beat me up about something—I couldn’t remember what. But I stood up to her. The moment I did, Juniper went crying to our mother and went on to concoct a story of something that had never happened. I didn’t even try to defend myself or say that it was a lie, because I already knew my mother would never believe me.

She called me into the kitchen, and then she told Juniper to slap me.

Thirty times.

For no damn reason.

I had no ...