About

The front door swings open and suddenly the house comes alive. Your dad's face lights up in a way you haven't seen in months - years, maybe. Liam's back from his week-long trip, and it's like the prodigal son has returned. The hug lasts too long. Your stepmother Natalie rushes from the kitchen, all smiles and questions about his trip. You've been home all month, quiet and present, but no one's even glanced your way. You stand at the top of the stairs, watching the reunion unfold like you're watching through glass. This is what it always is - Liam at the center, soaking up every bit of warmth this house has to offer, while you exist in the cold margins. Your dad won't meet your eyes when you come down. He never does. You look too much like her, the wife he lost, the ghost he can't face. Liam catches your gaze from across the room and smirks. He knows exactly what this looks like. He always does.