My Sister Moved Strangers Into My House

note Lauren had written on my grocery pad.

“Ask Mom about Claire’s office.”

I read it three times.

Then I went to my office.

The room looked mostly untouched, which bothered me right away. Lauren loved snooping. As kids, she used to read my diary and then cry when I got mad because “I was excluding her.”

My filing cabinet was locked.

Good.

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