In the hospital room, I watched in horror as my sister yanked out her oxygen tube and

in.”

Her eyes glittered. Not with fear. With victory.

The door crashed open. My parents stormed in as if they had been waiting outside for their cue.

My mother looked from Mara’s red face to the tube dangling from her fist. Then she looked at me with the hatred she usually reserved for unpaid bills.

“You monster,” she whispered.

“Mom, listen to me—”

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