My Parents Sold My $512,000 Townhouse While I Was in Surgery—Then the Buyer’s Name Led Straight to My Sister’s Wedding

“I want the table back,” I said.

She lifted the box carefully.

“A reasonable demand.”

“I’ve been saving it.”

When she returned, I opened the curtains wider.

Morning light showed dust along the edge of the table.

I wiped it with a cloth from the kitchen.

For a minute, that was all I did.