Chapter 155

Joyce

I hesitated.

Because saying it made it real, and I already knew how it would sound, like I was jealous, like I was bitter, like I was the problem.

Which I probably was.

"You're Mum's favourite," I said anyway.

She blinked. "What?"

"You heard me."

"That's not…"

"It is. Don't e...

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