At 3 a.m., my stepmother and stepsisters stole my credit card and spent $100,000 on a luxury trip—returning home smug and unaware the card they used wasn’t what they thought it was.

the week I turned eighteen because, according to Dad, “family expenses come first.”

The humiliation of asking for money for textbooks while Madison bought diamonds for her twenty-first birthday.

I looked at my father.

“What did you do?”

For the first time in my life, he seemed afraid of me.

Not angry.

Not annoyed.

Afraid.

“Natalie, you have to understand—”

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