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

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Aunt Wendy. Vince’s sister. A woman who hadn’t acknowledged my existence in nearly a decade, not since Vince’s funeral where she’d embraced my mother and Liam while looking through me like I was furniture.

“I haven’t harassed anyone,” I said. “I’m enforcing a legal contract.”

Nicole hesitated. “But Ruby’s pregnant.”

“So?”

The silence that followed contained continue reading …