“Leftover lasagna in the fridge if you’re hungry,” Mom said, eyes glued to the papers.

I heated a plate and joined them. “What are you working on?”

Mom glanced up. “Just figuring out some financial matters. Cassandra and Eric need a bigger house now that Benjamin’s on the way.”

I nodded, used to these conversations. Then a chill went through me. “Why do you have my college paperwork?”

Cassandra sighed dramatically. “We might as well tell her, Mom.”

Mom straightened the papers and looked at me with that familiar expression—the one that always preceded me being asked to sacrifice. “Hazel, we need to discuss your college plans. With Cassandra expecting again, they really need a four-bedroom house. Eric’s bonus wasn’t as large as expected this year and they’re a bit stretched.”