I Paid My Sister’s Rent for a Year Until I Heard What She Really Thought of Me

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“I know.”

“I’m not ready to pretend it didn’t happen.”

She nodded. “I don’t want you to.”

I looked at her then, really looked. She seemed tired and less polished and more human than I had seen her in years.

“I loved helping you,” I said quietly. “That was part of what hurt.”

Her eyes filled. “I know.”

“I don’t think you did,” I said. “Not then.”

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