My Fake Sister Was His Child

Summary

Miles and I were the "it" couple of the child-free-by-choice movement. We had the high-rise condo, the freedom to fly to Tuscany on a whim, and a mutual agreement that our lives were full enough without diapers and PTA meetings. Instead, we poured all that leftover love into his younger sister, Lexi. We treated her like our own daughter.

But as the holidays approached, eighteen-year-old Lexi showed up at our door with a thirty-eight-year-old man in tow. Miles and I didn’t even try to hide our disgust. We told her flat out: end it.