I opened the door just in time to see my sister-in-law, Abby Carlton, standing by the foyer. She was trying to cram a bunch of designer bags I had given her into a suitcase.She heard the noise and quickly turned around to look at me. "Y-You… Who told you to come back?" Her face darkened, and she couldn't stop glancing toward the living room, where suitcases were piled up.On the couch, my mom, Sandra Cartel, got to her feet. Her expression turned sour. "Why are you back so soon?"Over the years, I'd bought her countless silk fabrics, jewelry, and accessories. But now, she was wearing old, worn-out clothes, as if they'd been dug up from who knows where. They didn't match her usual rosy complexion at all.I glanced at my dad, Downey Jonson, and caught his displeasure look before shutting the door behind me. It was like sealing off two completely different worlds—the one inside and the outside, where a luxury car was parked.Dad stood up. "It's too hot outside. Boltie got a heat
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