My parents forced me to cook and clean all weekend for my sister’s party with 50 guests.

with both hands. “Please don’t do this.”

“I’m not doing anything.”

“You called him.”

“I called my boss to explain why I canceled a business dinner.”

Her face tightened. “You should have told us he was your boss.”

I stared at her.

That was the first time I understood it clearly: Madison was not ashamed because they had used me. She was ashamed because someone continue reading …