My parents sold their house and gave my sister a h…

I went back to my bedroom, my head spinning. Linda’s text kept nagging at me. I checked my sister’s Instagram again, zooming in on the house.

It looked like one of those upscale places in South Reno, way out of her price range. She’s a part-time barista. No way she could afford that alone.

I paced my room, trying to stay calm. Mom’s humming from the living room grated on my nerves. Dad’s muttering about fixing my balcony echoed in my head.

They weren’t acting like people who had lost everything. I texted Linda again. Anything else about my sister?

She replied. Heard she’s hanging out with some shady friend, talking big about some business deal. Shady friend.

That sounded like trouble. I sat down, staring at my phone. My parents were hiding something, and my sister was tied to it.