I never expected my sister’s husband, James, to become such a constant presence in my life. At first, it seemed innocent enough—helping me with errands, sharing jokes, and offering advice. But lately, his attentions have felt more intense and personal.

One evening, while my sister was away on a business trip, James invited me over for dinner. The atmosphere was relaxed, but there was an underlying tension I couldn’t shake off. As the night progressed, his compliments grew more direct, and his touches lingered longer than before. I found myself increasingly uncomfortable, but unsure how to address it without causing a rift in the family.

Finally, when James leaned in too close while pouring another glass of wine, I knew I had to draw a line. “James, this doesn’t feel right,” I said, stepping back. He looked taken aback, then defensive, mumbling something about just being friendly.

The next day, I called my sister, heart pounding as I chose my words carefully. “We need to talk about James,” I began, hoping she would understand the delicate situation I was about to unravel.