My future sister-in-law chose a water park for her bachelorette party because she was convinced I would never show up.
She had apparently decided that I was “not the type” to attend. And judging by what I overheard outside her apartment, that wasn’t an unfortunate assumption.
It was the entire point.
What Brianna didn’t expect was that my husband, Marcus, would bring me anyway—and then expose exactly why she had chosen the venue in front of the people she most wanted to impress.
For years, Marcus had practically worshipped his younger sister.
They were eight years apart, and Brianna had always been treated as the family’s miracle child. Their parents had lost two pregnancies before she was born, and when Brianna finally arrived, everyone treated her like something precious that needed protecting.
Marcus had taken that role especially seriously.
Their father worked constantly when they were growing up, so Marcus helped with school runs, homework, meals, and all the ordinary responsibilities that somehow fell between the cracks. In many ways, he had been more than an older brother.
