At my sister’s wedding, my parents demanded i hand…

the lobby at me. One of them said something. They laughed.

I moved closer, pretending to check my phone.

“So that’s the older sister?” Theodore Winters asked. “The one you mentioned?”

My father’s voice dropped, but not enough. “Yes. She’ll come around. Family always does when it matters. And if she doesn’t, she will. She’s always been manageable.”

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