Chapter 1: Assigned Without Consent
\nThe 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 d\u00e9cor ideas when my sister\u2019s name flashed on the screen. No greeting. No emojis. Just:<\/p>\n
\u201cHey, just a heads-up \u2014 you\u2019re watching the kids on the flight.\u201d<\/p>\n
I blinked.<\/p>\n
Wait. What?<\/p>\n
I stared at the message like it was written in ancient Greek.<\/p>\n
I called her immediately.<\/p>\n
\u201cExcuse me?\u201d I asked as soon as she picked up.<\/p>\n
She let out a breathy sigh, like I w<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"