My sister had spent her whole life certain the family had handed me a fortune and handed her a bill.

None of it was true — I had earned or been freely given every single thing she resented — but truth was never the point.

The ledger was real to her, and Christopher, who could smell a resentment the way a shark smells blood in water, had found it, and read it, and told her he was the one who would finally make the accounts come out even.

He didn’t create my sister’s jealousy.