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88 - DEAR SISTER IN LAW

Author: Krystal Key
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-05 04:26:12

Cheryl's POV

I knew I shouldn’t be nervous.

But as the car pulled into the long stone driveway, I felt that familiar flutter in my stomach — like I was stepping onto a stage I hadn’t rehearsed for. The house loomed ahead, tall and elegant and cold, just like the people who lived in it. Or at least, one of them.

I wasn’t afraid of grand houses. I’d lived in one before — with Marty. But even at his worst, that house had felt warmer than this one. This one felt like a museum. Like you weren’t supposed to touch anything. Like your existence was a favor, not a right.

I stepped out of the car, carrying my suitcase in one hand, my phone in the other. I had texted Oliver ten minutes ago, telling him I’d arrived. No reply yet.

The door was already opening before I could ring the bell.

Of course it was her.

Sabrina.

Her posture was stiff, arms crossed over a pristine beige knit top, the kind of shade that only stayed that clean when you didn’t do anything real with your day. Her hair was pulle
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