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.

then March happened.

I was at a networking event downtown—the kind of thing I used to find intimidating, but now navigated easily. I had just finished talking to a potential client about their rebrand when I heard a familiar voice behind me.

“Emma.”

I turned around, and there was Bethany. She looked different—older, obviously—but also tired. Her hair continue reading …