“Your sister owes $500,000,” my mother said coldly. “Pay it—or you’re no longer our child.” I waited for my father to intervene, but he only looked away.

Mom turned back to me, and for just a moment, I thought she might apologize.

Instead she said, “Claire, please. If you report this, your sister could go to prison.”

I stared at her.

That was when I understood. She already knew Brittany had done something wrong. Maybe not everything — but enough. And she had still called me there to sacrifice myself.

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