Bright, ridiculous, custom-printed T-shirts.

Mine read: “World’s Best Wife.”

Hers read: “World’s Best Sister.”

My husband lifted his arms like a game show host revealing a prize. “Surprise?”

For a second, I just stood there, processing. My brain had been racing toward betrayal, heartbreak, divorce papers—and instead I was staring at neon fabric and two very proud faces.

My sister burst out laughing first. “We were trying to hide them until tomorrow! I ordered them weeks ago. But when you walked in, we panicked and dove under the blanket so you wouldn’t see.”