She was my mother’s daughter from an earlier marriage and six years younger than me, which meant our relationship always carried a subtle rivalry during childhood and adulthood.
When we were young she borrowed my clothes and returned them damaged, and when we grew older she borrowed my trust and eventually destroyed it.
My suspicion about her relationship with Caleb began when she started appearing at industry dinners she had no business attending.
Then the house manager mentioned that Tiffany once entered our home through the side door while I was traveling for a manufacturing conference in High Point.
Caleb claimed she had delivered documents for a charity partnership, and I wanted to believe him.
That belief collapsed when I discovered a gold bracelet engraved with the initials T.M. hidden inside his travel bag.
He denied everything.
One week later Tiffany accidentally sent me a photograph from Caleb’s hotel suite in Miami where she stood barefoot while wearing his dress shirt, and the caption beneath the image read that he had finally chosen the better sister.
I did not scream.
Instead I saved the evidence.