The Sins Of My Brother in law
She’d always been the responsible one, twenty-six, finishing her master’s, engaged to the kind of man our parents bragged about at parties.
Vincent Hale. Thirty now, but twenty-seven when they met. Tall, dark-haired, with a voice that could calm a room and eyes that made people lean in when he spoke. Successful, charming, the perfect future son-in-law. Laura glowed whenever his name came up and I envied her that certainty.
My bathroom door was cracked open, steam already curling out from the shower I’d started remotely on the drive home, thank you, smart house app. I slipped inside, let my soaked hoodie and leggings hit the floor, and stepped under the spray.
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