“Lisette, since you brought it up, we’ll just be honest with you,” Horatio said, not bothering to sugarcoat it.
“Yeah, we’ve already moved your stuff into the smaller room. We thought you’d put up a fight, honestly. Didn’t expect you to go along with it so easily. That’s great!” He nodded, as if this was a perfectly reasonable arrangement.
Valerian chimed in, “From now on, you’ll have the small room. Horatio’s room will go to Callie. It’s not really fair for Horatio to squeeze in there, so you two are swapping.”
“Lisette, you’re so mature about all this,” Monty added, looking at her with what he probably thought was a proud, fatherly smile. “We should’ve checked with you first, though. You’re not upset, are you?”
Lisette just stood there. Upset? Was she even allowed to say she was upset? She wasn’t their real daughter. She knew that if she acted out of line, they’d just see her as ungrateful.
She forced a smile, though she felt sick inside. “Of course not. Why would I be upset? It makes sense for Callie to have the bigger room. I’m just grateful you all took me in at all. I mean, I’m adopted, having a small room is no big deal.”
She waited, hoping for a flicker of sympathy from any of them. But no one’s expression changed.
She hesitated, then pressed on, her voice soft and a little shaky, “Honestly, I’m the adopted one. I probably shouldn’t even be living here. If I’m causing problems, maybe I should just move out. I’m sorry, Dad, Horatio, Valerian, I didn’t mean to get in the way.”
Her eyes dropped to the floor, as if she really felt guilty. “If you’d known it’d be like this, maybe you wouldn’t have adopted me. Then things would be better for you and Callie.”
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