My Sister Cleared My Office Without Knowing I Owned the Building

didn’t know…” She stopped. Started again. “I didn’t know you were doing that well.”

That one got under my ribs.

Not because it was sweet. Because it was honest in the ugliest way.

“You thought I was failing.”

She rubbed her thumb along the seam of her coat.

“I thought you were getting by.”

“Same thing, to you.”

She didn’t deny it.

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