My brother ended the call with Allen in anger, slamming down the phone.

Every time talking about me, he was like a powder keg, ready to explode.

The only one who might calm him down was probably Christina.

"Brother, I don't blame Amy anymore. Dad has been gone for so many years; I don't want to hate her anymore. You must feel terrible caught between us."

Christina spoke sympathetically.

"Tina, you're too soft-hearted; that's why she can bully you like that."

My foolish brother fell for her words once again.

Late at night,

I paced back and forth on the balcony of the living room, feeling lost, as if there...