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

to talk.”

“Do we?” I replied evenly.

There was a pause—brief, but telling. “Things have gotten blown out of proportion. We’re all stressed. Let’s just slow down and figure this out like adults.”

“Like adults,” I repeated. The phrase almost made me laugh. “Figure what out? The part where my apartment was sold without my consent, or the part where my money’s continue reading …