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.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” she whispered. “Scared, but fine. The court date is in three weeks.”

“Mom and Dad are saying this is all because I’ve been under too much stress from school—like it’s not my fault,” she continued, then her voice cracked. “But Emma… it is my fault. I chose to drink. I chose to drive. I could have killed someone.”

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