My Sister Hid Her Boyfriend Inside My Marketing Firm Until Her Dinner Party

were children.

If Melissa cried, the world had to stop until she was comforted.

If I protested, I was the one disturbing the peace.

The vintage sapphire brooch sat on the corner of the desk, its blue velvet box looking small and discarded.

I walked out of the room, the office door closing with a soft rattle against the frame.

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