Keep Your Sister Lose Your Wife

It was supposed to be our Valentine’s Day—just the two of us. But Holden brought his little godsister along anyway.

He pulled two gift boxes out of his bag, sliding one toward Daphne and one toward me.

I opened mine, stared at the sleek designer sneakers resting inside, and quietly snapped the lid shut.

"Don’t like them?" Holden asked, his brow twitching.

Before the word could fully leave my lips, Holden snatched the box back and shoved it into Daphne’s lap.

"You never like anything I get you anyway," he scoffed. "Here, Daphne, you take them.