My Stepmother Forced Me To Eat Off The Rug. Then My “Dead” Brother Walked In.
CHAPTER 1: THE WHITE RUG The hunger lived in Lily’s stomach like a separate, angry creature. It had been growling since Tuesday, or maybe Monday—she lost track of days when the blinds were drawn. It was Thanksgiving, a day that smelled like sage, roasted turkey, and lies. In the pristine dining room of the sprawling…