"I want to enter Mother's room."

Evelyn’s voice broke the tense silence that had settled after the dinner, which had turned into an inquisition.

Her stepmother raised an eyebrow and shot her a sharp glare. “That’s not your right.”

Evelyn stood her ground, fists clenched at her sides. “It is my right. I’m her daughter. And I know there are still things in that room that you’ve never returned to me.”

“Those things have long been sorted,” Selena chimed in from behind her chair, her sweet voice laced with mockery. “There’s no need to stir up old memories just for the sake of drama.”

Evelyn stepped forward, facing her father,...