No one ever noticed me in my family except for Nana. Lily couldn’t have her too; Nana was mine. I hated her for trying to steal the affection of the only person who really loved me. And people can make a hobby out of hate. The more they practise, the better they get. The rage I felt when Lily and Nana sang together was all-consuming. And it wasn’t just jealousy. I wanted revenge for all the horrible and unkind things that Lily had said and done to me over the years. I decided that cutting off my sister’s hair was just the start.
