One day before my brother’s wedding, he demanded my penthouse and told me to move into a rental home. – Welcome

In one, Laya held a hopelessly tangled string of Christmas lights.

Monica stood near the porch.

I was laughing at something outside the frame.

I barely thought about the photo until Mom called on Christmas Eve.

“Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas.”

“What are you doing tomorrow?”

“Dinner with friends.”

“Leah coming?”

“Later.”

Mom paused.

“I saw the picture.”

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