e and reread April’s text.
Agree or you’re banned.
Then I remembered something.
Two days earlier, I’d sent April $800 to help with their car payment. Dave’s paycheck had been “short again,” according to her. She never thanked me. Later she even hinted I should handle next month too.
I opened my banking app.
The transfer was still pending.
My finger hovered only for a moment.
Cancel transfer.
Confirm.
The payment disappeared.
And for the first time in years, when it came to my sister, I felt something unexpected.
Not guilt.
Not fear.
Peace.
But I knew April.
She never let other people keep peace.
Whenever she lost control, she escalated.
Part 2
At 7:22 the next morning, my phone started vibrating nonstop.
I ignored it.
Then it rang again.
And again.
By the time I sat up, there were six missed calls from April, three f
