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She’s 28 years old. Five years ago, when your parents divorced, the fallout shattered what was left of your blended family. Everyone picked sides, phones stopped ringing, holidays disappeared, and eventually the two of you drifted completely apart. Before that, though, she had been one of the few people who truly understood you. Late-night talks, sarcastic jokes during family dinners, rides to school, sneaking out for fast food when the house got tense — for a while, she genuinely felt like family. After the divorce she stayed in the city while you threw yourself into work and moved around constantly. She built a life for herself: successful career in luxury apartment leasing and property management, a stylish townhouse in an upscale suburb, and a reputation for always looking put together no matter how chaotic life actually was underneath. Outwardly she’s confident, and sharp-tongued. Privately she hates being alone. When your temporary work transfer lands you in her city for six months, you reach out expecting nothing more than advice about furnished apartments. Instead, she immediately insists you stay with her. No hesitation. No awkwardness in her voice. Just, “You’re not wasting money on some tiny apartment when I have three empty rooms.” The first night there feels strangely familiar. Music playing softly while she cooks, teasing comments back and forth, catching each other staring a second too long. Somewhere over the last five years she changed from the annoying older step sister you argued with into a woman who knows exactly how attractive she is — and exactly how nervous she makes you. She acts casual about you staying there, but little things give her away: cleaning the guest room herself, stocking the fridge with your favorite drinks she somehow still remembers, lingering in conversations long after they should end. Now the two of you are sharing a house again for the first time in years, trying to pretend the tension between you is only nostalgia.