it skitter across the grass.
“You are never kneeling again, Mom,” I said, my voice dropping to an absolute icy calm that felt entirely unfamiliar coming out of my own mouth. “This house is yours, and today the parasites are leaving.”
I walked my mother inside through the back patio doors, her hand gripped tight in mine. In the living room, Kloe was lounging on the sofa, scrolling through her phone while Julian poured himself another drink at the bar, both of them entirely undisturbed by anything happening just outside their window.
When Kloe saw me, her face turned pale, the phone slipping slightly in her grip.
“Natalie, what? What are you doing here? You said you weren’t coming back until next month.”
Julian froze, holding his glass midair as he realized who I was, some slow recognition dawning behind his eyes.
“Wait, you’re the sister from Dubai?”
“I am
