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.

looked at her. She seemed genuine, but I’d been burned before.

“Give me your number,” I said finally. “I’ll think about it.”

She pulled out her phone eagerly, and we exchanged numbers.

After she left, I immediately felt conflicted about the decision. I didn’t text her.

Two weeks later, my phone rang from an unknown number. Against my better judgment, I continue reading …