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

the only adult who slid her a real glass of wine at Thanksgiving.

Brooke treated her like furniture, which meant Hannah heard everything and was looped into every cousins’ chat as a formality no one bothered to police.

I started noticing things I’d ignored for years.

Hannah also worked the front desk at the small accounting firm half the family used.

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