There it was.
Not I’m sorry.
Not Mom and Dad were wrong.
Not We shouldn’t have treated you that way.
Her first concern was still the wedding.
“You have three weeks,” she said. “You can’t do this to me.”
“I didn’t do anything to your wedding.”
“You’re taking away the money!”
“I never promised to fund your marriage.”
“You’re my sister!”
“Yes.”
“Then act like it!”
I paused.
“I did.”
She didn’t respond.
“For ten years, Madison,” I continued, “I acted like your sister, your banker, your emergency fund, your
