No Trace Of You In The Rest Of My Days

The day my sister returned to her wealthy biological family, she knelt before our parents with tears in her eyes. She begged them to let me come with her because I was the only family she had left. The Harringtons eventually agreed to take me in as well.

When we arrived at the estate, we met Matt. He was the foster son who had been raised as their own for nearly twenty years and was thoroughly spoiled. He immediately singled us out as his favorite targets.

At first, Krys was exhausted by his antics. Whenever our new parents told her to go easy on Matt, she would snap back that I was her…