My Sister Sold My Penthouse Behind My Back—Then Asked Why I Was Smiling

I pressed dial. She answered on the second ring.

“Lena.”

“Yes,” I said, my voice steady. “I need your help. My family sold my penthouse while I was out of state.”

There was a pause on the line, then a sharp inhale. “Do not talk to them anymore. Not one word.”

I closed my eyes, a strange sense of relief washing through me.

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