[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 kitchen window to take in the house beside us. The last family to live there was an older couple. They were nice, from what I could remember. They used to bring us baked goods, and the woman would help teach my
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