My Sister Lied That I Was “Dramatic” To Ban Me From Her Wedding

stands outside with both hands visible, as if approaching a wild animal.

I open the door but don’t invite him in.

“What?”

He looks exhausted. “Brooke doesn’t know I’m here.”

“That’s not a selling point.”

He nods, accepting the hit.

“I found something.”

He holds out a manila envelope.

I don’t take it.

“What is it?”

“Bank records. From the wedding account.”

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