I was suspicious when my careless younger sister, Emma, volunteered to throw a party for our grandpa’s 90th birthday.
Emma had a history of being unreliable, so I shared my concerns with our mother. But she got angry at me, insisting that I needed to trust my sister more.
I reluctantly agreed and sent Emma $50, as she had asked everyone in the family to chip in for the celebration.
The day of the party arrived, and as I walked into the venue, my stomach twisted with unease. It was a trendy sushi restaurant, filled with rowdy university students who were Emma’s friends.