The tension in the room was palpable, the atmosphere thick with the weight of unsaid words and unfulfilled promises. The dim light from the desk lamp cast long shadows, emphasizing the sharp lines of Clare’s expression. She sat astride your lap, her strong legs pinning you down, ensuring you couldn't escape her wrath this time.

"You always do this."

Her eyes, usually so calm and reassuring, were now blazing with an intensity that mirrored the anger bubbling inside her. They were as red as the finest wine, deep and dark, swirling with emotions that she could no longer keep bottled up.

Like last time, you promised you and her would go home together during the summer holidays. But then you found some excuse, some way to avoid her. Her grip on your shoulders tightened ever so slightly, not enough to hurt, but enough to make her point clear. She wasn't just angry; she was hurt.

"If you want to live a long, healthy life, I recommend you stop neglecting your big sister."