My younger sister, Chloe, had other plans.
She had been dating someone new for about six weeks.
That wasn’t unusual.
Chloe always fell hard and fast.
Every few months, there was someone new.
Matt, my husband, had stopped learning their names.
When Chloe texted me asking if she could bring her boyfriend to dinner, I wrote back, « Not this time. It’s a family-only event. »
She called immediately.
« Seriously? »
« Yes. »