Roya
The girls seem happy to see me, a little shocked, maybe. Yet they don't question it, even though my mom still hasn't told them what I'm doing here or why our father isn't at work when he should be. Kory and Greg have yet to arrive, and Mom wants everyone here when she tells them who I really am. I'm beyond nervous. I've had weeks to get to know the girls, my sisters. Although I've never clapped eyes on my brothers.
As the door knocks, my stomach drops again. The girls are happily chatting while drinking the cold lemonade our mom fetched them from her overly large top-of-the-range kitchen as soon as they arrived. I love them so much, my big sisters, and they see me as nothing but a friend.
What if they turn on me for keeping the secret from them?
What if they want nothing to do wit
