Her hand brushed one of the trash bags. It crinkled loudly in the quiet. She felt the weight of the barn above her, the sting of her brothers’ laughter still fresh in her memory. Claire narrowed her eyes. Tomorrow. She would go through every single bag. Claire didn’t sleep that night.
She kept replaying it all—the flicker in her brothers’ eyes, the way Bryan had waved her off like she didn’t matter, the echo of her father’s laugh in that empty barn. She thought she’d made peace with how things were divided, but now?