My Brother-In-Law Borrowed My Phone At Dinner

looked behind me.

Like maybe there was another sister in the room. A softer one. A stupid one.

“Me?”

“You can tell them you overreacted.”

“My account has three thousand dollars in it.”

“You still have your job.”

I stared at her bracelets again. They were gold. Not real gold maybe, but gold enough.

“You still have your job,” she repeated. “We have Tyler.”

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