I always believed I knew exactly who my sister was—until one ordinary family dinner exposed a side of her I never imagined existed, forcing me to make a decision that would change both of our lives forever.
My name is Megan. I’m thirty-two years old, living in Portland, and I work from home as a freelance graphic designer. My job gives me the freedom to structure my days quietly—coffee in the mornings, long peaceful walks, and plenty of time to indulge my slightly unhealthy obsession with used bookstores.
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