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.

account. The one reviewing whether your use of my name on Chloe’s venue loan was legal.”

Chloe went pale.

I saw it then. A flicker. Not confusion. Recognition.

“You signed something,” I said to her. “Didn’t you?”

She swallowed.

My father grabbed her arm. “Chloe.”

My mother whispered, “Emily, don’t do this.”

But I was already doing it.

PART 3

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