My sister-in-law mistakenly sent me a photo that was meant for my husband—I smiled, saved it, and waited exactly six months.

anything.

3. I complimented her hair, her kids, and her terrible centerpiece arrangements.

Every Sunday looked the same.

Every Sunday, Brooke hugged me like we were family.

Every Sunday, I smiled back and wondered which lie she’d tell next.

The longer I stayed quiet, the less anyone suspected I was watching.

I became the woman they always wanted.

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