My Parents Kicked Me Out. My Sister Avenged Me.

On Christmas Eve, I stood in the yard, holding a tube of fireworks, watching Chloe slowly light the fuse.

"Chloe, do you have any wishes for the new year?" I asked, smiling.

Chloe leaned against the wall, taking a nonchalant puff from her cigarette.

"You're the one who should be making new year wishes."

I blinked. "Why?"

"You were switched at birth. Mom and Dad are already making arrangements to bring Ethan home." She flicked off the ash. "Wish you don't get sent back to some remote place."

My world suddenly went silent.