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.

dinners to celebrate my achievements. Those had always been reserved for Bethy’s accomplishments—real or imagined.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” I said.

“Emma, please. It’s been almost a year. Don’t you think it’s time we move past this?”

“Move past what exactly?” I asked. “You haven’t apologized. You haven’t acknowledged what you did wrong. You continue reading …