Then I stared at my younger sister.
Brielle twirled in circles around the vehicle, laughing with pure delight. Her designer heels clicked against the pavement as she admired her reflection in the paint.
“My God, isn’t she perfect?” she squealed, running freshly manicured nails across the hood. “The dealership practically begged me to take her home.”
My stomach twisted.
Maybe she was celebrating a prize.
If so, the prize had been purchased with my money.
I stepped out of my car slowly, exhausted after a ten-hour shift at the firm. My office blazer felt heavier than usual. So did the phone vibrating in my pocket.
Another overdraft notification.
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