While I Was Volunteering Abroad, My Sister Stole My Dress And Married My Fiancé — With My Parents’ Blessing. I Didn’t Cry When I Got Back. I Smiled.

bluffing. You’re just trying to scare me.”

“Okay,” I said, shrugging. “Call the number at the top. Ask for Kimberly. She’ll be happy to walk you through everything.”

We sat in silence for a moment, the only sound the faint hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen and the soft, uneven rhythm of Madison’s breathing.

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