Amanda’s POV.
It wasn’t Kira’s moving into my home that broke me, it wasn’t standing there and watching her prance in, smug faced and gleeful. It wasn’t even about when I would stumble out of my room with my stomach twisting and churning from pain while my sister and Kelvin f****d each other in what used to be our bedroom, no.
It was when I walked into the living room and saw her giggling about goddess knows what with her best friend, it was when I had walked past my former room and saw Kira sitting there with my mother, whispering about whatever and holding each other like they were the things that mattered most to each other.
My mother used to hold me like that as well, when I was stressed about numerous things or dealing with the occasional issues that arise between I and Kelvin, sh
