At 5 A.M., Security Called To Say My Sister Had Movers—So I Told Them To Let Her In

I asked her to hold off on signing anything. Even if Bronson pushed.

She agreed weakly. I could hear the conflict in her voice, the tug of loyalty pulling her in two directions.

When she hung up, I watched as Bronson returned to the balcony door. He slid it open and stepped out, using his phone to record a panoramic video of the harbor.

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