My sister threw me out of the house after our father died

Charlotte, however, had always considered our home more of a stopover. I can’t remember that she would ever have stayed longer, except if it just suited her. Whether it’s parties, her friends, or any vague ambition she often spoke of, Charlotte always chased after the next big thing. “I’ll be great, Dawn,” she said. “I’m meant for bigger things. Not for this little life where no one knows my name. Maybe one day you’ll understand.”