Silence. Then Elena laughed—a dry, brittle sound. "He couldn't resist one last round, could he?"
Mark put a hand on her arm. She shook it off.
Juniper went pale. Because Mark was wrong, but also terrible in his accuracy: she did want nothing from the estate. What she wanted was something far more dangerous. She wanted her siblings to see her. To need her. To finally include her in the family mythology instead of treating her as a footnote.
"Forgiveness is a luxury of the one who wasn't bleeding," Elena said. Her voice cracked, just once.
Silence. The kind that fills a room like floodwater.
Then Elena laughed again—but this time, it was softer. Almost real. "The baby of the family grew teeth."