My Parents Doubled My Rent So My Unemployed Sister Could Move In, So I Moved Out and Took Everything

beside the pew, hands in his pockets, eyes on the floor. After a long moment, he sat down next to me.

The pew creaked.

“She kept your letters,” he said quietly. “All of them. I found them in her dresser.”

My throat tightened. I didn’t know what to do with the sentence.

“She read them,” Brandon continued. “A lot. Sometimes I’d catch her holding one like continue reading …