Even my clothes are Lily’s rejects. Thanks to
the nanny’s constant abuse, I’m only an inch
taller than my two–year–younger sister.
Lily is pampered, cheeks chubby and pink, while I’m gaunt and always gloomy.
The Jones family doesn’t bother buying me new clothes. They think Lily and I are the same size. It works when Lily outgrows a dress she hates.
This pink dress I’m wearing is one of them.
Lily leads me to a bench, and I scowl at her clutching my hand.
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“Want some cotton candy?”
Her eyes flood at the word.
The little girl breaks. Her nose and face are
red with tears.
“No! No more cotton candy! I’m sorry, Rain!
No more…”
I watch her meltdown, my face blank.
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Lily cries for a long time. When I don’t hug
her like before, she tries to curl into my arms.
I shove her away. “You’re disgusting. Don’t touch me.”
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Lily’s eyes narrow as tears well up in them.
She roughly wipes her eyes with her sleeve.
“I’m not dirty, Rain! I…I won’t cry anymore.”
But the more she wipes, the more she cries.
I ignore her, kicking myself. If she wanted cotton candy, I would have had a chance to
run.
The driver finally arrives, but Carter gets out with him.
His eyes are full of sadness and regret.
