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.

beneath her eyes, breath catching. “I can’t cancel the wedding.”

“Nobody asked you to cancel it,” I said. “I asked you to stop funding it with my life.”

She wiped her face with the heel of her hand. “Nathan will leave me.”

“Then tell him before I do.”

Her head snapped up. “You wouldn’t call him.”

“I already sent him an email.”

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