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.

to my patience.

Access to the version of me who apologized after being wounded.

“I hope you’re happy,” she whispered.

I looked at her, then at my father, then at Chloe.

“I’m not happy,” I said. “I’m awake.”

No one spoke.

Nathan turned to Chloe. “I need the ring back.”

Her face emptied. “What?”

“The ring. Until I understand everything.”

“Nathan, please.”

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