Chapter 1: Assigned Without Consent
The ping of my phone startled me, breaking the peaceful silence of a lazy Sunday morning. I was sipping coffee, still in pajamas, scrolling through home décor ideas when my sister’s name flashed on the screen. No greeting. No emojis. Just:
“Hey, just a heads-up — you’re watching the kids on the flight.”
I blinked.
Wait. What?
I stared at the message like it was written in ancient Greek.
I called her immediately.
