I hid the bottles behind the bookshelf in my bedroom.
Half a month later, to celebrate Emily Carter’s recovery, my parents ordered a huge cake.
Linda Miller said it was also to make up for the fifteenth birthday I had “missed.”
But Dr. Wilson had told me I shouldn’t eat sweets—
they would only trigger more coughing.
“Thanks, Mom. I’m happy, but I really can’t eat the cake…”
Before I could finish, Emily bit her lip and dabbed at the bandage on her injured wrist, tears brimming.
“Sis, you still haven’t forgiven me after all.”
I raised a hand. “No, that’s not—”
Emily cut me off.
“I really didn’t know you had a peanut allergy before. I specifically told them not to put peanuts in the cake today.”
Pointing at two little fondant girls holding hands on top, she said,
“Look, I even had them make us as sisters—so we could be ‘good’ again.”
“If you won’t eat it, it means you won’t forgive me…”
Her voice trembled, and tears gathered again.
Daniel Miller glared at me.
“Emily already apologized like this—are you really going to keep acting superior?”
Robert Miller frowned and pressed me:
“You’re eating the cake today. Don’t make Emily sad.”
I looked to Linda for help.