I Was In A Coma. My Sister Tried To Take Control Of My Medical Decisions

access before your deployment?”

I looked at Vanessa now.

She was crying.

For once, I did not feel responsible for interpreting her tears kindly.

“No. Vanessa never cared what Atlas did until it became valuable.”

Her face twisted.

“That’s not fair,” she whispered.

I leaned toward the microphone.

“Neither was using my coma as a business strategy.”

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