My Sister Broke Into My Mansion

laughed.

Not a real laugh. A little broken cough with lipstick on it.

“Okay,” she said, setting the glass down too hard. Wine jumped over the rim and bled into my white oak counter. “This is dramatic. We are family.”

Vernon didn’t look at her.

He looked at the laptop. Then at the back door. Then at the children, who were now standing shoulder to shoulder continue reading …