No Returns On Replaced Daughters
Language: en
After three years of living with my soul trapped in another world, I finally came back to my family. Yet the brief flash of reunion quickly curdled into cold shoulders and endless hostility. The moment I so much as touched the pink plush rabbit sitting on the dresser, my older sister, Lydia, snapped at me in front of everyone. "That belongs to Hollie! Keep your hands off her things!" At dinner, staring at a table crowded with shellfish and garlic butter, I quietly mentioned that I was allergic. My mother immediately welled up with tears. "These were Hollie’s favorites," Mom choked out,…