“I wanted,” retorted Miranda, with all the passion of a hurt seventeen-year-old, “not to be alone. I should not have cared where I went if I could just have—I don’t know—somebody.” Once again, Viola was slightly at a loss. “It must have been hard these last two years.” “I wish it were only these last two years. But Justin has been leaving me for as long as I can remember.” Miranda’s hands fluttered restlessly. “He left me when we were children because Father wouldn’t have his heir wasting his time with a girl. Then he left me for Eton, and when he came back in the holidays he left me for
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Absent big sister yikes
