I was a little surprised to learn that Darren was willing to come home tomorrow.
Yesterday, he looked like a walking corpse and snapped about how busy he was.
For the past few weeks, whenever I asked him to have dinner at home, he always refused, using work as an excuse.
Maybe Darren was like me. To him, Shannon was a cute little sister who couldn't be refused, let alone hurt.
I wasn't jealous of the difference in treatment.
I knew my place. I was just the sister who had been found after seventeen years. I couldn't be compared to the sister who had been by his side for all those years.
Besides, this was actually good for me. If Shannon was the one talking, Darren would surely believe her.
The next day, unexpectedly, not only Darren came home but Edwin as well. Even though he still refused to look at me.
Mother, who sat at the head of the table, noticed the tension hanging in the air.
