The coffee filters were on the top shelf, but Kayla kept asking Andrew to reach them whenever she crossed our kitchen in a towel. She called it a test, even after I told her to stop. On Sunday, Andrew set down his coffee, unlocked his phone, and showed her why he’d stopped leaving the room that day.

Andrew walked in carrying groceries.

“That should probably be a universal rule.”

Kayla pointed at him.

“He’s allowed to speak in his own kitchen.”

Andrew set the bags down.

“Thank you, Amanda.”

Kayla rolled her eyes, but there was no fight behind it.

Then Andrew looked at me.

“And next time something affects both of us, I won’t hide behind ‘she’s your sister.'”

Kayla groaned.