“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.
But I did. Three days later, I opened my eyes to harsh white light, my body broken but my mind clear. And in that moment, something inside me changed. I was no longer his daughter. I was the one who would end him.
“My poor Elena,” he said later, pressing cold lips to my forehead. “We thought we lost you.”