I walked into the room and saw Tila standing with our father. Her face looked red and tight with anger. Her hands were on her hips, and I could feel the storm in her eyes even before she spoke.

"How could you bless them?" Tila shouted at our father. "I met Phillip first!"

Father didn’t raise his voice. He just looked at her calmly and said, "Then you should have made him love you first."

Tila gasped. "That’s not fair!"

"Life isn’t always fair," Father said. "Phillip has clearly chosen Faye. They’re already making wedding plans. You should move on, Tila."

Just then, the door opened. Josey stepped inside like...