My parents sold their house and gave my sister a h…

Mom was now rearranging my curtains, pulling them down. “These are too dark,” she said, tossing them onto the couch. I clenched my fists.

“Mom, stop touching my stuff,” I said, sharper than I meant. She looked up, surprised. “I’m just helping, Miranda.”

Helping?

It felt like they were erasing me from my own home. Dad was on the phone now, speaking quietly in the corner. I caught a few words, something about the plan and no issues.

He hung up when he saw me watching. “Who was that?” I asked. “Just a realtor,” he said too quickly.

“A realtor for what?” I pushed harder. “You’re looking for a new place already?”

He waved me off. “Don’t worry about it.”

I wasn’t buying it.