“Let’s try to enjoy the night,” Jake suggested, squeezing my hand. “We’ll figure it out later.”
I nodded, but my mind kept drifting back to those empty seats. What could have possibly kept them away?
Well, growing up, my stepsister always seemed to outshine me, no matter what I did. She was the golden child, excelling in school, sports, and even winning the admiration of our parents. I felt like I was always in her shadow, never quite measuring up.
Every achievement of mine seemed to be overshadowed by her latest success. It was like she was always one step ahead, and I was perpetually playing catch-up, trying to prove that I was just as good.
