Despite the years of bitterness, a part of me still wanted to do something for my sister. I called her and offered to plan the wedding, extending the full services of my company at a massive discount. She politely declined. “Thanks, Matt, but Denise has it all under control,” she’d said, her voice laced with an apology that felt rehearsed. The sting of the rejection was familiar, but I brushed it off. I had extended the olive branch. The rest was up to them.