At Family Dinner, My Sister Raised My Rent—And Everyone Laughed

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I held up a hand. “Marcus, email me the details.”

Madison snapped back to me. “You think you’re better than us now?”

I studied her. She wasn’t angry because I’d lied. She was angry because the story she’d been telling herself—successful Madison, broken Emma—had cracked.

“I don’t think I’m better,” I said. “I think I’m free.”

“Free. From what?”

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