“Let her go, we won’t pay for the surgery,” my father told the doctor while I lay in a coma. He signed the “do not resuscitate” order to save money. When I woke up, I didn’t say anything. I did something… much worse that left him bankrupt in 24 hours.

“Your office is being renovated,” my father replied dismissively.

“Repurposed,” Celia added with a smile. “For Adrian. He’s joining the board.”

The board. My mother’s company. They spoke as if I was already gone.

That night, while they celebrated downstairs, I sat in the dark upstairs, listening through the vent like I used to as a child.

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