For a moment, I felt happy and vindicated. But when I walked through August's front door, I was faced with harsh reality.

My sister was jealous of a relationship that didn't even exist.

I lived in that house like a roommate who just happened to sleep in the same bed as the owner.

That was August's environment, his territory. I was only temporary company. The only thing proving my presence there was my clothes in the closet. Everything else belonged to him, and I was nobody in that house.