My Sister Smirked Until I Said One Unit Number

him.

Didn’t. But the thought flashed through my head.

Mara’s face had started doing that thing where the corners of her mouth twitch because the grin won’t stay up anymore.

“You’re being dramatic,” she said. “Dad handled the paperwork.”

My father cut in too quickly. “Mara.”

There it was.

The first crack.

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