My parents forbade me from celebrating my 18th birthday because my sister didn’t feel special enough. So I moved out that night. A year later, their golden girl saw how successful I’d become, and her jealous meltdown shattered the family.

essentials into two duffel bags, and walked downstairs. My parents were having coffee in the kitchen. Bethany was still asleep.

“I’m leaving,” I announced.

My mom glanced up. “Okay. Have a good day at school.”

“No,” I said. “I’m leaving. Moving out. I’m 18 now, and I’m done.”

My dad’s coffee mug stopped halfway to his mouth.

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