“My underwear. I sew these little RFID tags into the seams. I’m a textile designer, remember? I was testing a new inventory system. Imagine my surprise when I opened my app this morning and saw seven signals coming from your address .”
“That’s wine,” Maya said.
“From whom?”
“I’m listening.”
Apparently, last October, Chloe had posted a passive-aggressive TikTok. Maya wasn’t even on TikTok—our neighbor, Linda, showed it to her. In the video, Chloe held up a bottle of pumpkin spice syrup and said, “Some people think ‘family’ means stealing your recipes and claiming them as their own. You know who you are, Maya.” My Wife Stole My Sister in laws Underwear -2024...
Not my sock. Not my wife’s sock. A tiny, lacy, rose-gold thong that belonged to my younger sister, Chloe. I found it crumpled behind the dryer in our shared laundry room. The problem was, Chloe lived three states away. She hadn’t visited since Thanksgiving.
“I know,” she whispered.
Derek was quiet for a long time. Then he said, “2024 is wild, man.”