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

“You worry too much,” she said, her smile forced. I opened my mouth to argue, but my phone buzzed. It was a text from Linda Marsh, my coworker.

Saw your sister on Instagram. She’s posting pics of a fancy new house in Reno. What’s that about?

My heart sank. A new house. I stared at the message, my grip tightening on the phone.

Mom’s vague comment about my sister yesterday flashed back. This wasn’t adding up. I stepped into my bedroom, shutting the door.

I opened Instagram and scrolled through my sister’s posts. There it was. A shiny new house, modern, with a big backyard.

She was posing in front of it, all smiles, captioning it: Living the dream. My stomach churned. How could she afford that?