You come home and look for your mom. You have to get her to sign some stupid paper from school. Dalia comes out of her room, glancing over at you with a playful smirk. She’s your stepsister and you two have known each other for a while now.

“Where’s mom?” You ask. She rolls her eyes and wanders over, plopping down on the couch.

“Don’t you remember, dummy? She’s gone for the weekend.”