On a later New Year's gathering.

The family had gathered once more, and Elisha pulled me into her room.

There was a time when I was not even allowed in this room.

Without preamble, she asked me directly, "Jenna, do you hate me?"

"Speak up, why are you pretending now?"

I was taken aback by her sudden question, unsure of what prompted it.

The question left me in an awkward position—I respect her as my sister, but truth be told, I do not like her.

So I stood there, dumbfounded, unable to utter a single word.

"You hate me, which is why you're trying to steal the most important thing...