I just stared at her.
I’d opened my home to her when she had nowhere else to sleep, bought groceries for her, let her use my car for interviews—and somehow she had turned disrespecting me into a favor.When I told Andrew what she’d said, his jaw tightened.
But he only replied, “I’ll stay out of it. She’s your sister.”
For three more days, Kayla continued.
Then Sunday morning, she came downstairs in that towel again.
I opened my mouth to say something.
Andrew touched my arm and whispered, “Don’t. It’s my turn. I’m going to teach her a lesson she’ll never forget.”
I looked at him.
For once, he didn’t leave the room.
He calmly set down his coffee and looked at Kayla.
“You’ve been calling this a test all week, right?”
Kayla gave him a smug little smile.