[Trent’s POV]
“A new family is moving in next door,” my mother announces from her place at the stove where she cooks breakfast. “From what I heard, they have a daughter around your age.”
“He doesn’t need to meet her,” Trudy, my stepsister, announces. “He already has me; that’s enough.”
Turning, my mother takes in Trudy’s defiant gaze and gives a gentle smile.
“Of course you will always be his favorite girl,” she laughs, turning her attention back to the food she is cooking. “But it wouldn’t hurt for your brother to help that little girl become comfortable with this new place, right?”
At her words, Trudy lets out a huff of annoyance, but she doesn’t argue. Instead, she looks at me and then her food as my mother places it in front of her. When she starts to eat, I look toward the kitche
