The Rest Is Light
"Go on."
When I pushed open my door, there was Rebecca, lounging in my room, toying with the ceramic doll Mom and I had made.
It was not a masterpiece, kind of wonky, really, but it was the last piece of Mom I had.
Rebecca's face was twisted with undisguised contempt.
"Well, look who's here. Checking out this pathetic toy, just like your doomed-to-die-early mom, not worth showing off."
She laughed derisively. "Joanna, your mom was nothing but a homewrecker, and you've got the same cheap blood running through your veins. You and your mom have no business stepping foot in the Smith family's home."