“Stop overreacting, you’re ruining her day!” my mother hissed, grabbing my hair and pushing me over the balcony railing at my sister’s party. I blacked out. When I woke up, the upscale venue was surrounded by federal agents, and my mother was sobbing on her knees while my sister held a document and begged me…

Aunts in designer silk, uncles clutching crystal tumblers of scotch. My modest boutique blouse felt instantly like a neon sign broadcasting my unworthiness.

Robert, my father-in-law and the nominal Chairman of the board, approached us. He was a mild, weary man whose primary objective in life was the maintenance of an illusory family peace.

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