I looked at my mother, then at Caroline. They stared at me as if I had just spoken a threat, not a truth.
I took a deep breath.

“Do you know why I never asked you for anything?” I repeated. “Because I knew that the day I came back into this house… everything would end up coming out.”

Caroline crossed her arms, annoyed. “Stop acting like the victim, seriously. Emma took from my plate, period. It’s not a big deal.”

A shiver of anger went through me.
“She is three years old. Three. And you threw a plate at her. Do you realize that?”

Caroline opened her mouth, but my mother abruptly interrupted her: