“Since you love numbers so much, go handle the bill like always.” My mother smirked during my sister’s extravagant bridal dinner. They treated me like the family servant while spending millions I secretly controlled.

I finally listened to the voicemails.

“Sabrina, pick up the phone!” my mother screamed, completely forgetting her demand for ‘space.’ “The bank says there’s a hold on the estate account! My mortgage payment is due Friday! Call the trust attorney right now and fix this!”

The second voicemail came from Megan, sounding completely hysterical.

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