When I walked into Le Jardin, the air smelled of expensive truffles and old money, the kind of restaurant where the silverware weighs more than the food and silence costs extra. I smoothed the fabric of my coat, fighting the familiar knot of anxiety that always tightened in my chest when I had to see my sister. The hostess smiled professionally and gestured toward the back corner where I could already see them—my sister Amber, her husband Tyler, and his parents Thomas and Lorraine, all seated at a large round table set for five.
I thought I was running late. I wasn’t. I was simply the punchline to a joke I hadn’t realized they were telling.
The table was already silent when I approached, the clatter of silverware ceased, the plates scraped clean except for streaks of sauce and crumpled linen napkins. My sister didn’t stand to greet me. Tyler didn’t look up from his phone.
Thomas and Lorraine sat with the stiff, regal posture of people who’d long ago decided they were better than everyone around them, their expressions polished, expectant, and cruel in a way that suggested this moment had been choreographed. “You made it,” Amber said, her voice devoid of warmth. She lifted the black leather bill folder between two manicured fingers and tossed it across the table toward me.
It slid across the mahogany surface and stopped inches from my hand, casual as flicking lint off a sleeve. “Nine hundred dollars,” she announced, loud enough for nearby tables to hear. “Come on, Liv.
You’re the rich one. It’s the least you can do.”
Lorraine let out a laugh that sounded like breaking crystal. “Indeed.
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