“You’re not going anywhere,” I murmured into their hair, holding them as tight as I could. “I promised you. Bubba is always here.”
A month later, using the child support settlement Marcus successfully forced out of Eleanor’s frozen assets, we moved into a beautiful house with a real backyard and a view of the park. And as I sat at the kitchen table that evening, looking at the night-school pre-med enrollment forms spread out before me, I knew the battle was over. I hadn’t just saved my sisters; we had saved each other.
