And just like that, the cold war ended. A new, stranger alliance began. Over the next few months, Chloe became my unofficial, highly sarcastic relationship coach. She’d sit cross-legged on my bed while I detailed my latest romantic disaster. She’d wave a piece of toast like a conductor’s baton and dispense her wisdom.
She stood up, pulled a blanket over me, and walked to her room. The door clicked shut. Chloe moved out for college the next fall. We still text. She sends me memes and relationship advice for my actual girlfriend—a wonderful, real girl who laughs at my jokes and argues about movies and fits the list perfectly. My Stepsister Teaches Me How To Use Sex Toys An...
Sarah replied in four seconds. With a laughing emoji. And just like that, the cold war ended