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

meal.

Not because I owned the bungalow.

Not because I’d solved someone’s problem.

Not because I’d brought dessert.

I hadn’t earned the chair.

That was the point.

Leah arrived later with sparkling cider.

She hugged me.

Didn’t ask if anything still needed doing.

Someone else cut the cake.

Laya somehow got her corner piece anyway.

The dining room became loud.

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