“You left when I was two,” Lily said, her voice carrying clearly across the room.

“Dad taught me to ride my bike.

Dad sat up with me when I had chickenpox.”

“I gave birth to you at Oakridge hospital!” Vanessa screeched, her voice ringing into the kitchen.

“You’re alive in this world because of me!”

“You left us for Rob and his shiny car,” Mark said, coming out from behind his chair to stand next to his little sister.

Vanessa rounded on Mark, her hand lifting into the air with the fingers curled like claws.