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Rest First

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The road into my neighborhood was wet with a thin drizzle. Not real rain. More like the Oregon sky had gotten bored and decided to spray the whole earth with a gray mood. The big houses behind the green gates stood silent, too neat, too expensive, all pretending they had not just watched me come home with two sleeping children, one German man, one pinecone, one new rock, and real-estate trauma.

When the SUV stopped in the driveway, I didn’t get out right away.

My house stood in front of us with
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  • My Sister's Fiance   a little rain, a loaded heart

    I wanted to throw something, but I chose to eat.Lunch continued the way every lunch with Max and Issa did: not peaceful, but survivable.Max explained that Mr. Harris at preschool had called gelato ice cream, and that was “culturally suspicious.” Issa said Miss Harper’s lipstick had not been “commanding” enough for Spring Gelato Day. Zach listened to all of it like a high-level security briefing.“If the lipstick isn’t commanding enough,” Zach asked Issa, “what’s the solution?”“Red.” Issa nodded. “But not regular red. Red that makes people move.”Zach glanced at me.I pretended not to see it.Max placed a piece of asparagus on the end of his fork like a microphone. “I said SIUU during recess.”“I heard.”Max froze instantly. “From who?”“The state has eyes.”“Mommy has spies,” Issa said.“Mommy has Bianna.”“Same thing,” Max said.Zach held his water glass, his face looking very serious even though the corner of his mouth was betraying him. “Arsenal and SIUU don’t usually come as a

  • My Sister's Fiance   a home-shaped mistake

    We entered the kitchen with... Zach taking off his denim jacket casually, a simple movement that somehow still managed to make God and every sinful woman on earth lose focus. And when the fabric slid down his shoulders, the edge of a black tattoo on his upper arm peeked out from beneath his T-shirt.I saw it, and it's enough to make something in my head jerk awake. A flash of last night. My fingers touching that line of ink. My mouth briefly pressed there.I froze for a fraction of a second. I had been drunk last night. I wasn’t supposed to remember details like that.So why did I remember?Why did it feel too clear?He moved toward Max, who was standing in front of the sink... then Zach walked to him and bent down to him.“Rinse until the soap is gone,” he said.Max wrinkled his nose. “I did.”Zach glanced at his hands.Max looked too. Soap was still stuck between his fingers. “Oh.”“Again.”Max didn’t argue. If I had said it, he would have demanded scientific evidence about soap.

  • My Sister's Fiance   the devil never knocks twice

    “I didn’t invite you.”“I know.”“Good. So your brain still works. Now use it to go back to your brother’s house.”He lifted the paper bag slightly. “I brought dessert.”“I have a door.”“I can see that.”“I can close it.”“You could also let me in.”I looked at the paper bag. It bore the logo of an Italian bakery in Portland that usually required reservations for its cakes and charged prices that made sane people question the value of sugar.Then I looked back at his face. “No.”Zach put on a wounded expression, lowering his brows slightly and tilting his head like a man who knew his face had opened doors, dresses, and bad decisions before. Unfortunately, it had.“I haven’t eaten anything yet,” he said.“Tragic.”“I had something to take care of as soon as I woke up,” he said casually, as though there were nothing strange about him standing on my doorstep like this.“You should be taking care of your fiancée.”The words escaped before I could stop them.His smile didn’t exactly disap

  • My Sister's Fiance   Almost Safe, Almost Over You

    Twelve minutes later, I turned into our driveway with one Jeep still following behind me and the other pulling to a stop across the street.I couldn’t tell whether they were deliberately trying to be discreet or genuinely didn’t understand that two enormous black vehicles in a quiet Lake Oswego neighborhood had all the subtlety of a tank parked outside a flower shop.I drove into the garage.The door was only halfway up when Issa unbuckled her seat belt.“Don’t get out until the car stops.”“I’m just preparing.”“You’re standing.”“I’m preparing with my feet.”I pressed the brake, turned off the engine, and looked over my shoulder.Max had pressed an empty gelato cup to his ear like a phone.“Hello?” he said. “Chocolate King speaking.”Issa rolled her eyes as she unbuckled herself. “There’s no one there.”“You don’t know that. It’s Italian technology.”I opened my door and got out before the conversation developed into an international conspiracy theory.Cold, damp air drifted into th

  • My Sister's Fiance   a very comforting list of horrors

    Portland was wet outside. A thin drizzle clung to the glass, making the street look like a photo that hadn’t finished developing. Traffic lights stretched long across the asphalt.The twins’ preschool stood behind a white fence and wet maple trees, far too pretty for a place where my two children started daily riots. The building was low, all glass, pale wooden doors, neat flower pots, and one little sign that read “Spring Gelato Day!” in a cheerful font that made me suspect no adult in there had children like Max and Issa.I parked in the drop-off lane.Before I could open the door, the first Jeep stopped two cars behind me. The second one rolled past slowly, then parked across the street, facing outward. Whoever was inside didn’t get out.From the Jeep behind me, a man stepped out.Tall. Plain black jacket. Dark jeans. No obvious earpiece like some cheap-movie bodyguard, but the way he scanned the area made everyone near the fence suddenly look like part of a map. He walked toward m

  • My Sister's Fiance   do not open the door

    The morning finally ended the way all mornings in my house ended: not actually over, just surrendered. Bianna came downstairs fifteen minutes later in a sage green hoodie, her hair clipped up with a claw clip, wearing the expression of a woman who immediately knew there was drama but was smart enough to prioritize caffeine consumption before interrogation.By eight-twelve, the twins had left for preschool with her.By eight-thirty, I was already sitting in my own office.Not Northlake.Not in their building that smelled like marble, old family secrets, and money that had never learned how to apologize. Not in their walnut conference room. Not in front of people who used the word “principal” like it wasn’t just another name for Zachary de Sanctis standing behind dark glass, controlling my life with a remote.My own building made much more sense.Floor-to-ceiling glass overlooking wet Portland. The dev team outside my office moved with its usual rhythm: keyboards, coffee, hoodies, heads

  • My Sister's Fiance   i survived, so i made pasta

    I came downstairs twenty minutes later with my wet hair combed back, a black silk robe clinging to my body, and a clean, makeup-free face that still looked expensive because sometimes God remembered he owed me compensation.Damn it. I was too confident.And, well... the house no longer sounded like

  • My Sister's Fiance   don’t open this, idiot

    I went upstairs without really feeling the steps.Halfway up, Theo’s voice still carried from below, broken up by rain and glass.“I swear to God, if either one of you makes me actually put my hands on you—”Then something lower. Maybe Zach. Maybe Karl. Maybe two male egos choking on rainwater and

  • My Sister's Fiance   two men. one brain cell

    Neither of them stopped.Two grown men. One Italian with an ancient inherited ownership complex, one German with steady morals, were shoving each other around in the rain like civilization had not yet invented therapy. And to think those two countries had once joined forces to cause mess.I rolled

  • My Sister's Fiance   they bled on the life i kept alive alone

    Zach did not blink.“I’m the person Max looks for when his robot breaks. I’m the one Issa calls when she needs someone to hold her hand near water because she says the rocks have bad energy. I know which mug Ara prefers when she pretends she doesn’t need a second coffee. I know the kids don’t like

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