My Sister Smirked Until I Said One Unit Number

ring.

“Did your flight land?”

“Why are my belongings sitting on the sidewalk?”

Silence.

Then came the familiar sigh.

The one reserved for moments when my feelings became inconvenient.

“Lena,” she said, “don’t make this into something bigger than it needs to be.”

“You emptied my apartment.”

“We did what had to be done.”

My chest tightened.

“What does that even continue reading …