Aria
I knew my adoptive sister’s tactics all too well. Years of being ruthlessly bullied by a person will do that to you.
So I had come prepared.
“Just hit play,” I said, jerking my chin toward the phone in Darren’s hand. “Then you can decide for yourself just who was the aggressor in this situation.”
Darren glanced up at me, a brief look of surprise flickering across his expression. Beside him, Sarah looked positively bristling, her entire body practically vibrating with barely contained fury. I knew that look well: he red cheeks, the quivering lips, the flaring nostrils.
If we had been alone, especially as kids, she might have hit me square in the mouth.
But she wouldn’t dare do that here—not with her precious Darren around. After all, she had to look like the per
