“You’re just so jealous of your sister,” my dad said, his voice dripping with disappointment. “That’s what this is really about, isn’t it?”
I stood in my parents’ living room in Louisville, Kentucky, gripping my phone so hard my knuckles turned white. My mom laughed from the couch, a sharp sound that cut through the tension like glass shattering. She …
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