Chapter 31 — I Stopped Paying For You

The living room was packed — Sela’s friends, distant relatives, my parents’ neighbors, a mountain of wrapped gifts in the corner.

Tate stood by the fireplace with a microphone, about to toast.

Sela sat in a velvet chair in a floral crown.

My mother saw me first.

Her champagne flute slipped and shattered on the hardwood.