My Sister Broke a Bottle on Me at Her Wedding

handle. The blue sweatshirt Chloe had stolen from me in college and never returned.

She held out the keys.

“I don’t want the trust.”

“That’s not your choice.”

“I signed it back.”

“That isn’t how it works.”

“I know.”

She looked at the courthouse doors.

“Did he say he was sorry?”

“Not really.”

“Of course.”

She put the keys in my hand.

For one second, I thought she continue reading …