We Went to Stay with My Sister, but Within 48 Hours She Told Me to Find a Hotel

When Kurt and I traveled across the country to visit my sister Sasha, she welcomed us with open arms. Her small apartment quickly became our cozy retreat—filled with laughter, late-night talks, and the comfort of being together again. For the first day, everything felt perfect.

But something shifted.

Sasha’s warmth began to fade. She grew tense whenever Kurt entered the room, quietly excusing herself or avoiding eye contact. I tried to brush it off—maybe she was tired, maybe it was just the stress of hosting. But by the second day, her discomfort was impossible to ignore.

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