My parents secretly spent 78,000 euros using my premium credit card to pay for my sister’s vacation in Corsica.

I had learned to set strict boundaries.
Or at least, that’s what I thought.

My younger sister, Chloe, was twenty-six and had never kept a job for more than a few months.

My parents insisted she was “sensitive,” “creative,” and “not made for stress,” which somehow always meant that I was the one paying.

Car repairs. Health insurance. Groceries.
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