“Unni . . .” she whispers. I silence my sister with a wave of my hand. “It’s pathetic. I can’t understand you. You drag Ji-hyun and me through this mess, and then we’re left behind trying to clean it up. You don’t even care about how your actions affect us. All you think about is yourself.” Umma’s lip quivers, and then she turns and dashes into her bedroom, slamming the door behind her.
