I came home late from work one evening, exhausted and ready to collapse into bed. As I walked into the bedroom, I froze. My husband and my sister were under the covers together, the blanket pulled up tight to their chins. Their eyes went wide when they saw me.My stomach dropped. A rush of heat filled my chest, and I spun around, ready to bolt. Before I could take another step, they both shouted, almost in unison, “It’s not what you think!”
My heart hammered as I slowly turned back. That’s when I noticed—the blanket was trembling, and both of them looked like kids caught sneaking cookies.Finally, my sister pulled back the covers. They weren’t hiding an affair—they were hiding matching T-shirts.Bright, silly, custom shirts that read: “World’s Best Sister” and “World’s Best Wife.”
