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When my sister showed up unannounced, asking to stay for “just two weeks,” I reluctantly agreed.
Three months later, my marriage — and my family — were destroyed.
So when she appeared on my doorstep with two suitcases, I should’ve said no.
Instead, I let her stay.
Weeks turned into months. She didn’t work, didn’t clean, and somehow always ended up alone with my husband, Eric. I told myself I was imagining things. Eric reassured me. I trusted him.
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