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A man in a dark suit stood up, pointed toward us, and said something that made my sister’s face drain completely of color. Before I tell you what he said, and what happened after I walked out, tell me, what time is it for you right now? And where are you watching from?
I’m curious to see how far this story will travel. In the weeks leading up to the wedding, the pressure did not start with shouting. It started with little comments that sounded like favors.
And for years, I have paid every bill and fixed every leak myself. It is where I go when everything else feels loud. My older sister, Courtney Walker, never liked that.
She was born seeing every square foot of property as something that could be leveraged or upgraded. She works in luxury event planning now, which means she is paid to turn other people’s spaces into spectacles. In her head, my house was never a home so much as a future brand.
Photos, rentals, content. When she got engaged, her eyes landed on it the way they used to land on my clothes or my grades when we were teenagers. We have always moved through life at different speeds.
Courtney rushed into everything, every club, every trend, every new way to look successful. I stayed in the background, finished my work, saved what I could. When my godmother left the house to me, Courtney called it a lucky break and joked that at least one of us would have something nice to show on social media.
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