The Sister Who Stole My Life

hing the medical report

ust at the clinic for stress migrai

ood best friend, Chloe, sat in the front

nd the car reeked of her sharp, new perfu

Chloe was moving in, effectively turnin

eriding my "paleness" while he dismissed my obvious discomfort, p

years of gaslighting and feeling secondary

eigned concern, solidified the bitter truth:

, to willingly endure a life where I con

m

is charade, choosing to reclaim my freedom and shat

t, every calculated betrayal, and disman