Two Sisters Against the World

On the true daughter's first day home, the whole family stood behind me, the fake one.

There was guilt on my adoptive mother's face when she looked at her, but every word she spoke was for me.

"You were taken when you were three. All these years, it was Ursula Summers who stayed by our side."

My adoptive father, who never smiled, sat down beside her, on the same side.

"Ursula isn't related to us by blood, but she's still your sister. The two of you need to get along."

My brother, three years older than me, pulled me behind him and squared off against the true daughter, brows drawn tight.