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.

medication.

He looked at my parents, then Chloe, then me.

“You okay?” he asked.

My mother immediately straightened. She liked audiences she thought she could manipulate. “Marcus, thank goodness. Maybe you can talk some sense into Emily. She’s threatening to destroy her sister’s wedding over money.”

Marcus looked at me again. “Is that what’s happening?”

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