Freya's POV

I ran upstairs, tears blurring my vision, chest so tight I could barely breathe.

The moment I entered my room, I slammed the door so hard the walls rattled. Then I leaned against it for a second, sliding down until my knees hit the floor, sobbing so hard my whole body shook.

Why does it always have to be me?

Mom died of heart failure when I was fourteen. Dad changed after that. He stopped looking at me like I was his daughter and started looking at me like I was a reminder of what he lost. Elaine moved in immediately after that which I found obscene because...