My name is Maya Chen. I’m twenty-seven years old, and I won $2.5 million in the lottery.
My first instinct was to share the news with my family. To celebrate with the people who’d raised me.
Instead, they demanded I give half to my sister Selene. Then, when I refused, they burned what they thought was my lottery check.
They didn’t know I’d planned for exactly this scenario. Because I knew my family better than they thought.
Let me back up. To why I bought the lottery ticket.
I was drowning in student debt. $65,000. For a degree in teaching that paid $42,000 a year.