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.

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“I’m here for work,” I explained. “I work at Holloway & Associates.”

Her eyes widened.

“The marketing firm? That huge company downtown?”

“It’s midsized,” I said, “but yeah.”

“But you’re still in school.”

“Part-time position. I’m a junior designer.”

Something flickered across her face.

“Wow. That’s… that’s great, Emma.”

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