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

At the office, I kept thinking about Mom’s comment about my sister. It was so random, so out of place. I tried calling her, but she didn’t pick up.

Typical. She’s always been the golden child, the one they fawned over while I worked for everything. I pushed the thought aside and focused on my spreadsheets, but it nagged at me.

Why mention her now? That evening, back at the apartment, I caught Mom on the phone, her voice low. “Yes, she’s fine with us staying,” she said, then paused.

“No, don’t worry about it.”

She hung up quickly when she saw me. “Who was that?” I asked. “Just a friend,” she said, brushing past me to the kitchen.

I didn’t buy it. I texted Robert again, pushing for answers. Anything on the house yet?

He replied. Still digging. Found something weird about a recent sale.