My Brand-New Sofa Was Replaced With My Sister’s Old Couch. The Smile on My Mom’s Face Told Me Everything.

Chen, my best friend since college, the one person I’d told about the Serafina contract because Luna treated good news like fragile glass requiring careful handling rather than information to be weaponized.

Where are you? I’m coming.

Luna always showed up. Not with grand dramatic gestures, but with coffee and paper towels and that steady, unshakeable continue reading …