I tilted my head. "By the way, you were trying to hang yourself, weren't you? But who uses a crystal chandelier for that? And what's with that slipknot that loosens the second you tug it? Careful, dear—you might survive the fall but take someone else down with you!"
My best friend clapped her hands, pretending to realize something.
"She's right! That's really dangerous. Good thing I—uh—acted quickly with my foot."
Everyone looked up, noticing the precarious chandelier and the shoddy knot.
Uncle John's face turned black as thunder. "Enough nonsense! What if you hurt your sister?!"
Seeing her act crumble, Trisha sniffled, forcing out another round of sobs.
"I'm sorry, Sister... I just wanted to atone..."
I folded my arms and smiled thinly. "Sister? You must be mistaken. I'm your foster sister. She—" I pushed my best friend forward "—is your real sister. You should be apologizing to her."
That shut her up for half a second—until Kian stormed forward, shielding her like a knight defending his lady.
"Dad! Trisha only wanted to make up for her mistakes! It's Carmela and Yanna who made her fall—they have no manners at all!"
My temper flared instantly.