My Sister Broke Into My Mansion

are the owner’s belongings?”

Tammy’s chin trembled, but she overplayed it. She always did. “We were protecting them.”

“From who?”

“The guests.”

“The guests you invited to a house you don’t own.”

Tammy’s eyes cut to me. Mean now. Wet and mean.

“You’ve always been like this,” she said.

“Like what?”

“Cold.”

I almost answered.

I almost gave her the whole museum continue reading …