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

get it”—with her eyes sliding to me each time like I was someone who didn’t.

That night after she left, I stood in the kitchen and said quietly, “You need to give that stuff back.”

Mason leaned against the counter like I was being irrational. “Why? They’re just gifts.”

“She’s doing this on purpose,” I said. “And you’re letting her.”

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