A few relatives gasped. My mother stared at the table instead of defending me.

Marcus cleared his throat awkwardly and continued reading as though pretending the insult hadn’t happened would somehow erase it.

I clenched my jaw.

The words themselves didn’t hurt much. Overseas, I’d heard far worse from people actively trying to kill me.

What hurt was how comfortable my own sister felt humiliating me in front of everyone.

Skylar leaned closer with another cruel smile.

“Honestly, Riley, you practically live out of duffel bags anyway. That shack is basically made for you.”

She laughed softly.