My Sister Broke Into My Mansion

did more than her whole little wine act.

I walked past them, down the hall.

The master bedroom smelled wrong. Coconut sunscreen. Wet towel. Derek’s body spray. My bed was stripped and remade with a cheap gray comforter from a bag, the kind that never lies flat. My linen duvet was balled in the corner like a dead animal.

My jewelry tray was empty.

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