At My Brother’s Housewarming, I Did The Work—But Wasn’t Invited To Brunch

quite a request, but a gentle attempt to transfer responsibility into my hands.

I walked to the kitchen, filled two glasses with water, handed her one. “Liam signed a contract,” I said. “Actions have consequences.”

She nodded helplessly. “I know.”

“Then that’s all there is.”

She attempted small talk for a few more minutes, then finally stood to leave.

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