I spent weeks in the hospital fighting for my life, and my family never came once. Not my mother, not my father, not my sister. One month later, my mom texted asking for $12,000 for my sister’s bridal dress.

sky, one hand resting on her stomach as though stress had made her delicate.

I opened the door with the chain still latched.

My mother’s eyes dropped to the chain, offended. “Really, Emily?”

“Yes,” I said. “Really.”

“You sent your sister one dollar,” she snapped. “One dollar. Do you have any idea how embarrassing that was?”

I looked at Chloe. “Did the designer continue reading …