At my graduation dinner, Dad slid my acceptance letter back across the table and said I would not be attending the seven-year BS/MD program I had earned a place in. – Welcome

herself.

Mom noticed.

“Delete it.”

“No.”

“Claire, I’m your mother.”

“And Megan is my sister.”

Mom reached for the phone.

I stepped back.

A nurse appeared in the hallway.

“Is everything okay?”

Before Mom could answer, Sophie spoke.

“My grandpa hurt my mom.”

The nurse’s expression changed instantly.

Within minutes, everything moved quickly.

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