When Sasha’s newly divorced sister-in-law moves in, she expects healing, not mimicry.
But as Abby begins to dress like her, speak like her, and slip deeper into her family’s rhythm, Sasha realizes that she’s not hosting a guest, she’s housing a woman who’s trying to reclaim a life that was never hers.
She arrived with three suitcases, a bottle of red wine, and a hollowed-out smile.
Abby, my sister-in-law, was freshly divorced. My husband, Michael, didn’t even blink before inviting her to stay.
“Just for a little while,” he said, already pulling out the air mattress. “She needs somewhere to land, Sasha. I don’t know what she’s been going through…”