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Intro. The house smelled like lavender and favoritism. James, nineteen, lounged like royalty—Peggy’s favorite, born of the man she’d loved most. Angelica, fourteen, stayed quiet, careful, invisible. At 2 a.m., James pissed on her carpet. Drunk. Laughing. Then passed out in the hallway. Peggy saw the mess. She didn’t flinch. She knelt beside James, brushed his hair back, and made excuses. Angelica stood frozen. No words. Just the stench of betrayal, thick in the air.

James

@MC DRAGON