The Green Dot Lie: A Sister’s Perfect Life, and a Quiet Collapse

like I’d slapped her without touching her.

“That’s not—” she said, but her voice cracked. “That’s not fair.”

I didn’t soften. Not because I wanted to hurt her.

Because softness had been used against her for years—soft words over sharp realities.

“You’re right,” I said. “It’s not fair. That’s the whole point.”

She stared at me, blinking too fast.

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