Faye wouldn't stop calling me.
Ever since she sent me the message about Christian sending them away, she'd relentlessly insisted on coming to visit.
I wanted to make it clear that I didn't consider her, or my birth parent's as family anymore, but somehow, the words refused to leave my mouth.
Instead, I screened her calls, hoping she'd get the message. But that only seemed to encourage her.
Five times a day. At least.
She'd call until I answered, and then she'd act all sweet and loving, playing the kid sister card. I was only three years older than her.
We had never been close.
And she had made it painfully clear that Leah was her sister, not me. But now she wouldn't stop calling me "sister", saying we needed to bond more.
I knew what she was doing. I wasn't stupid. Asking me to take her shopping as a way for us to spend time together.