The World's Stars Burn Bright, Yet We Must Part

The day before my sister-in-law's wedding, I went to the house my mother left me to pay the HOA fees, and found the locks had been changed. The one who opened the door was Rosalie, in her pajamas. She smiled and handed me a key. "Stella, I'll be living here after the wedding. Evan said you already agreed." I turned to look at my husband. His expression didn't change. "Rosalie just got married. She can't keep renting forever. And it's not like this is the only place in your name. What's the harm in letting her stay a couple of years?"