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

to move past misunderstandings.”

I almost laughed into my plate.

When she finished, Kelsey jumped in. Too fast.

“We’re working on getting Emma repaid.”

“How?” I asked.

Mark answered. “I’m selling the bike.”

My mother turned to him so fast her fork clinked. “Mark.”

He didn’t look at her.

Kelsey stared. “You didn’t tell me that.”

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