On my first night in the beach house I worked 11 years to buy, Mom said, “Give your master bedroom to your sister.
At exactly 10:00, the doorbell rang. Kristen didn’t wait for me to answer. Through the window, I watched Dad climb out of the truck while Mom pointed toward the house like she was already assigning rooms. Then Kristen tried the front door. Locked. She knocked harder. “Vicky? Open up. The movers are charging by the…
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