“It’s your sister’s birthday,” Mark stated, walking into Lizzie’s room for the third time tonight. Without knocking. For the third time. “The next time you walk in here without knocking on the door, I’m going to rip your fucking head off,” I warned, glaring up at him from my perch on her bedroom floor. Shaking the dice in my hand, I dropped them on the Monopoly board before adding, “Fair warning.”
