My Sister Texted That 47 People Were Coming to My Beach House for Four Days and Told Me to Stock the Fridge

the curb outside my gated drive.

“Bella.”

“She rented my house out.”

The words came out flat and cold and controlled, the way they do right before fury becomes dangerous.

Milo looked between us carefully. “What does that mean?”

“It means Aunt Paige planned to use the beach house for business,” Ethan said quietly, “without asking.”

And suddenly a month’s continue reading …