My father barred me from entering my own medical school graduation ceremony because my stepmother wanted her daughter to use my ticket. “You’re just a nurse’s assistant anyway, let your sister have her moment,” my father sneered, pushing me toward the exit.

the velvet seats.

In the fourth row, Thomas crossed his legs, a smug, envious smirk playing on his lips. He leaned over and muttered into Victoria’s ear. “Imagine having a daughter like that. Two million dollars in federal funding before she’s even out of school. Instead, we have Clara scrubbing bedpans.”

Victoria snorted quietly, rolling her eyes.

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