I Left My Family’s House Bare Before My Sister Could Steal It

from the dinner table, the one that used to work, the one meant to drag guilt up out of me like a bucket from a well.

Then the elevator opened.

I stepped in and said, “And now I can afford to be.”

The doors closed on her face.

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