Always Second To His Sister In Law

It was Christmas Eve, and I had just finished hand-rolling three hundred pieces of porcini mushroom and ricotta agnolotti. Garrett, my husband, took every single tray and gave them to Lila.
Lila was my closest friendand Garretts sister-in-law.
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We had moved together, trading the genteel charm of Savannah, Georgia, for the high-tech bustle of Seattle, Washington.
I married the older brother, Garrett Reed. She married the younger, Owen Reed.
Those agnolotti were my favorite, a labor of love Garrett had spent months learning to make when he was courting me, traveling to different Italian chefs across the South to master the delicate dough.
Hed called it our exclusive flavor.
At seven that evening, the snow was falling outside in heavy, silent drifts.
I had just pinched the final piece of pasta closed when Owen called.
His voice was strained with a mix of confusion and irritation. Harper, where is she? Didnt Lila say she was having dinner at your place tonight? Mom and the whole family are waiting for us back at the estate.
My stomach dropped. I looked back at the empty, meticulously clean kitchen.
Garrett didnt bring her back? They left here around three this afternoon.
The line went silent for a long moment, then Owens voice came back, sharp with suppressed fury. Garrett took Lila? Where did he take her?
My hands went instantly cold, the dusting of flour on my fingertips feeling like ice crystals.
Garrett returned hours later, bringing a blast of the cold night air and a distinct scent of womens perfume.
Lilas favorite, that cloyingly sweet, hard-to-find artisan scent.
Where are the agnolotti? I asked him.
He shrugged off his expensive, custom-tailored coat, revealing a pristine cashmere sweater. He answered with unnerving ease. I gave them to Lila. She and Owen are having issues, and shes barely eating. I wanted her to have a taste of home to cheer her up.
He walked toward me, attempting his usual comforting embrace, but I stepped sideways, dodging him.
Garrett, I spent the entire afternoon making those.
My voice was trembling. Why didnt you call me? Why didnt you tell me?
The gentle expression on his face dissolved, replaced by a flash of impatience.
Its really not a big deal, Harper. Why are you still so small-minded about things?
He ran a hand through his hair. Lila is the familys cherished darling. Shes your friend, shes my sister-in-law. Cant you just cut her some slack? She moved here from a smaller town, she doesnt have a support systemif we dont look out for her, who will?
My eyes instantly stung with tears.
And what about me?
I moved here from a small town, too. Im directionally challenged and chronically anxious. In this city, without him, I can barely find my way home.
But in his mind, Lilas sensitivity was a delicate trait; mine was just being small-minded.
She has Owen, she has your parents, she has youthe protective older brother. Who do I have? I stared him down. Garrett, I only have you.
My words seemed to sting him. He frustratedly pulled at his tie, took a thick wad of bills from his wallet, and tossed it onto the kitchen counter.
It was just a meal. Ill replace it!
Ill take you to the most exclusive restaurant in Seattle. Order whatever you want! Stop being so petty over something this trivial. It makes you look like a child.
The cash scattered across the granite, a silent, mocking testament to my wasted hours and high expectations.
A wave of nausea hit me, violent and sudden. I rushed to the bathroom, throwing up until I was dry heaving.
Garrett followed, but offered no comfort. He just stood in the doorway, watching me with a cold stare.
Harper, have you made your point? Youre going to ruin Lilas marriage with your pointless jealousy.
If you keep this up, we have nothing left to talk about.
The door slammed shut behind him, the force of it rattling the wall.
I slid down the cold tile, resting against the porcelain. Every bit of strength had been drained from me.
Just then, Lila posted on Instagram.
A single photo, centered in a nine-square grid.
The background was the buttery leather of Garretts flashy Porsche 911 Carrera. She was in the passenger seat, smiling a picture of contentment, clutching a sleek insulated food containerthe one holding my agnolotti.
The caption: Thank you, big brother. You always know exactly what I need.
Beneath it, Garretts mother, our mother-in-law, was the first to comment: As long as Lila is happy! If Owen gives you any trouble, you tell me. Your Big Brother and I will handle him!
The rest of the Reed relatives chimed in:
Our Lila is so resilient. Not like some people who cant think about anyone but themselves.
Right? A mans fortune is made by the wife he chooses. Garrett is truly blessed.
I stared at the blindingly cruel comments, my chest tightening as if an invisible fist were squeezing the air from my lungs.
It was clear. In their eyes, I was the one who didnt belong here.
2
The next morning, Garrett acted as if nothing had happened, bringing breakfast home.
Harp, I was out of line yesterday. I shouldnt have lost my temper.
He softened his voice and wrapped his arms around me from behind. Look, I got you that artisan French pastry you love. Its still warm.
I didnt turn around. My voice was as cold as the snow outside. Garrett, I think we need some time apart.
His arms instantly went rigid.
Harper, what are you talking about? Over a box of pasta?
Can you please act like an adult? Lila and I truly have a sibling bond. She and Owen are struggling, and its my responsibility as the older brother to look out for her.
Im just concerned about her. I havent done anything to betray you. Do you really need to escalate this to separating?
I finally turned to face him, asking deliberately, Have you ever considered that your concern has crossed into a demolition zone for our boundaries?
Have you considered how Owen feels? How I feel?
Does your life, our life, and our marriage, always come second to Lila?
My questions left him speechless, his face cycling from pale white to an angry red.
Finally, he exhaled, looking utterly defeated. He sighed wearily. Fine. I promise. I will keep my distance. No more private meet-ups outside of family functions. Just work and group texts. Are you satisfied now?
He believed this was just another routine fight, a truce he could buy with a simple apology and a promise.
But he didn't realize that some things, once broken, can never be fully restored.
For a while, Garrett kept his word.
His interactions with Lila were limited to polite nods at family dinners, and his texts to her were only sparse messages in the family group chat.
He started coming home on time. He bought me thoughtful little gifts. He patiently helped me, the lifelong directionally-challenged wife, explore the corners of this unfamiliar city.
The atmosphere in our home softened, returning to its comfortable, sweet rhythm.
I even started to wonder if I had been too sensitive.
Until I found the old iPad, almost forgotten, shoved into a drawer in his study.
It was logged into a second, separate social media account Id never seen, with only his close family members and in-laws as followers.
Its feed was an entire world I hadnt known existeda private world belonging to him and Lila.
Hed taken her to her childs PTA meeting. The photo showed the three of themGarrett, Lila, and the kidsmiling brightly, looking like a perfect little family. The caption: Our little champ.
He had spent the night by her hospital bed when she was sick, taking a photo of her sleeping profile. The caption: Your big brother is here. Dont worry.
He had even taken her to see her favorite musician on our wedding anniversary, simply because shed fought with Owen and couldnt get a ticket. His post showed the stage lights, captioned: Your wish is my command.
Every single post was filled with heartfelt comments and praise from the Reed family relatives.
Our Garrett is so responsible. So much better than that brat Owen.
Lila truly has good fortune, having such a great older brother.
This is what real family looks like. So much love.
I felt like a ridiculous intruder, a thief in the night, spying on my husbands and my best friends blissful lifea life from which I was clearly, painstakingly excluded.
With trembling fingers, I scrolled back to the Christmas Eve chat log.
Lila messaged him: Big brother, is Harper going to be mad? These agnolotti looked like she made them just for you. Maybe I should send them back.
Garretts reply: Dont worry about it. Shes not that small-minded. Enjoy them. Ill sort it out if she complains.
Lila: Brother, youre so good to me. If only I had married you
Garrett: Stop that foolish talk. But remember this: no matter what happens, your brother is always your rock.
My blood felt like it froze solid in that moment.
All our arguments, all our periods of cold silence, were just me being a small-minded nuisance in his eyes.
And all his concessions, all his promises to me, were just empty gestures meant to placate me so he could more comfortably remain Lilas rock.
My entire life felt like one huge, embarrassing joke.

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