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

Their dodges made my stomach twist. Why couldn’t they give me a straight answer? I retreated to my bedroom, locking the door.

Something was off. Way off. I grabbed my phone and texted Robert Klein, my college friend who’s now a lawyer here in Reno.

Hey, can you check something for me? My parents say they lost their house. I need to see the property records.

Robert replied fast. On it. Give me a day or two.

I thanked him, but my mind was racing. Why did they act so comfortable if they had just lost everything? I lay awake replaying Mom’s vague words about my sister.

“She’s doing fine,” Mom had said earlier, almost too casually when I asked about her. It was a throwaway comment, but it stuck with me. Why bring her up at all?