“Look, I’m telling you to move on because I’m your big sister,” Sarah said.

She tapped the screen again, swiping away a text notification.

“Sell his car, sell your big empty house, go on a cruise.

Go see Dr.

Evans for some sleeping pills.

Stop harassing a strange woman and her kid.”

I rubbed my collarbone again, pressing hard enough to hurt.

“She’s not just a strange woman,” I said.