She Promised to Pay Me Back. Three Years Later, I Realized the Truth About My Sister.

The next morning, I transferred $25,000 — nearly every penny I’d made from the flower shop sale. It wasn’t a small sum. But I told myself if the tables were turned, Lisa would do the same for me.

We wrote up a simple agreement over coffee at her kitchen table. We both signed it. Nothing fancy. Just two sisters trying to do the right thing.

I tried not to think about it. For six months, I said nothing. I didn’t want to be the sister who hounds her family over money. After all, they said they just needed a year.

But one year came and went. Then two.

And the only thing I received in that time were excuses.

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