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

“Fix it up for what?” I asked. Mom ignored me, humming as she shoved my photo frames into a corner. Dad just shrugged.

“Make it more comfortable, you know.”

“Comfortable for who?”

I tried again. “When are you planning to leave?” I said, keeping my voice steady. Mom’s humming stopped.

“Don’t be so pushy,” she snapped, turning back to the shelves. I wasn’t letting it go. “You said this was temporary.

What’s your next step?” I pressed. Dad looked annoyed, scratching his neck. “We’re working on it, Miranda.

Give us time.”

Time? They’d been here two days, acting like they owned my apartment. Mom started wiping down my coffee table, even though it was spotless.