Everett finally found time in his perfect little life to defend his precious sister. My parents stood behind him, cheering him on like they were rooting for some kind of prize fighter. They had completely forgotten that Erica was the daughter of their sworn enemy—the same person who tried to ruin the DuPont Family name and swapped us out when we were babies.
“What now? You lost your voice? Felling pain from your stomach cancer?” Everett taunted, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “Do you really think that I’m gonna buy it? We all know that you are an outstanding faker. Since you came back, all you’ve done is harming Erica. Now, get up and apologize to her!”
Before I could say a word, Erica was already sobbing, her eyes red as she put on her best act.
“Everett, please, don’t be mad at her. I take her place. She has a right to hate me.”
They looked at me as if I were some kind of stray dog, not their flesh and blood, not definitely not a sister. They had forgotten the truth—how it was only after Erica’s accident and her need for a kidney transplant that I was found and brought back.