When My Sister Sold My Home, She Didn’t Know What She Really Owned

dressed in their version of seriousness—neutral colors, polite expressions strained thin. Mara hovered just behind them, arms crossed. Josh stood beside her, stiff and pale.

My mother stepped forward. “Lena,” she said sharply, “you need to end this now.”

Samantha stood immediately, positioning herself between us. “Any communication goes through me.”

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