After my stepfather injured my twin sister and me, he brought us to the hospital. My mother calmly told the doctor, “They just fell down the stairs.” My stepfather smiled, thinking he had won. But as the nurse checked my vitals, I slipped a handwritten note into her pocket, and…

as “worthless financial parasites.” The seventh recording featured Eleanor’s hushed voice, frantically begging him to restrict his strikes to our torsos because school picture day was approaching. The thirty-second file was agonizing; it contained Chloe weeping, pleading with our mother to intervene, followed by Eleanor’s retreating footsteps.

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