Where did you get that ring

don’t start drama.”

The words hit harder than Vivian’s insult.

Don’t start drama.

As if I had blocked the door.

As if I had sharpened my voice into a knife.

As if my body had walked into that hallway with the sole purpose of ruining Vivian’s perfect day.

I looked at my father.

“Dad?”

He didn’t meet my eyes.

“It’s just pictures,” he muttered. “Let your sister continue reading …