After Spending $5,000 to Restore the Car, My Sister Tried to Take It Back — But My Response Left Her Panic-Stricken.
My sister sold me her old, beat-up car for a symbolic price. The thing hadn’t run in years—flat tires that looked like pancakes, a hood eaten by rust, and an interior that smelled like dust and abandonment. Still, she handed me the keys with a dramatic flourish, acting as if she were giving me some…