My Sister Broke Into My Mansion

into.”

“I didn’t admit breaking in.”

I turned my head slowly.

Derek blinked.

He had, in fact, admitted it. Proudly. With details. Builder-grade latch. Thirty seconds.

The succulent had enjoyed that part.

From outside came the low crunch of tires over shell gravel. One vehicle. Then another.

Derek looked toward the door. “Did you call the cops?”

“I didn’t,” continue reading …