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Black Sheep of the Family
Sheila's POV
I stood frozen in the driveway, watching as Andrew sped off into the night, leaving me behind. I still couldn’t make sense of Andrew’s outburst—the anger, the jealousy, and the hurt in his eyes. What had I done wrong? Maybe I had acted too friendly toward Simeon, but I had no idea Andrew would react so strongly. If I hadn’t slapped him, I was sure he would have said more things that would’ve hurt me even deeper. “Are you alright, dear?” a soft voice asked from behind, pulling me out of my thoughts. I turned to see Grandpa and Grandma standing there, both looking worried and concerned. Grandpa looked like he had aged overnight, his once upright posture now slightly hunched, as if tonight's events had drained him of a few years. Grandma gave me a gentle smile, but the worry in her eyes was clear. “Come, child,” Grandpa said quietly. “Let’s take you home.” I didn’t sayRelated chapters
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