I Want to Ask Why You Are No Longer My Obsession

The day my project bonus came through, I hurried to the bank to pay off the mortgage early.

The clerk checked my paperwork, then looked up, puzzled.

"The property is registered to Wendy Sullivan. You have no authority to make an early payment."

There it was in the system, on the deed, plain as day: my sister's name.

I went home with a head full of questions.

I'd barely reached the door when I heard laughter inside.

Mom and Dad and my closest friend were all gathered around the dining table.

My sister was nestled against Philip Stephens, and on the cake in front of her, the writing read: