“My Sister Won the Lottery and Took My Husband — I Laughed When They Came Back With Nothing”

uncomfortable itch under my skin.

“How’s Mason?” she asked, stirring her coffee like she was hypnotizing it. “Still at that job where they treat him like dirt?”

“He’s fine,” I said lightly.

“He’s so talented,” Sloane sighed. “He deserves more.”

Something about that word—deserves—felt like a hook catching skin.

Then she leaned back and smiled in a way that continue reading …