They Had Me Thrown Out of My Own Lake House

motor far out on the lake. Wind knocking one loose line against my dock.

Mom looked at the photo, then at me.

And for the first time all week, she dropped the act.

Not all the way.

Just enough.

“You would do this to your own sister?”

There it was. Not denial. Not confusion. Just outrage that her play hadn’t worked.

I folded my arms.

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