At Graduation, My Parents Pressured Me To Hand My Tech Patents To My Sister Like They Were Hers. The Next Morning, A Massive Offer Landed, And Suddenly The Papers They Pushed Across The Table Looked Different. THEN THE OFFER HIT

“Those patents are mine,” I said.

My voice sounded different now, fuller somehow, like it had found the shape it was supposed to have years ago.

“I built the system myself. I spent two years refining it. I’m not signing anything.”

Kate’s smile sharpened. “Don’t be dramatic.”

“I’m not.”