I Let My Mother Think She’d Secured My Sister’s Wedding

forms. She slid into it.

“Put me on as a backup adult,” she’d said. “If Chuck’s traveling for work and Emma ever needs a withdrawal for school, it makes things easier.”

Easy. That word should be printed on red flags.

I agreed because I was in a hurry that day, and because my mother was sixty-six and had never, to my knowledge, stolen from a child.

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