My parents decided they would sell my country house to buy my pregnant sister an apartment. Mom said she deserved her own space, and everyone acted like I had no say.

when I protected it.”

Dad’s face hardened.

“We raised you better than this.”

I looked around my small apartment, at the secondhand couch, the stack of bills, the work laptop still open on the coffee table.

“No,” I said. “You raised me to be useful.”

Claire wiped her eyes.

“That’s not fair.”

“Neither was planning your nursery with money from my house.”

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