My twin sister and I were both eight months pregnant. At her baby shower, my cru/el mom demanded that I give my $18,000 baby fund to my sister, saying, “She deserves it more than you!”
The water felt like ice and iron at the same time—crushing, suffocating, impossible to fight. My chest burned, not just from the impact of hitting the pool, but from something far worse. Betrayal. It hit harder than the punch. Above the surface, their voices came through in warped fragments, but I didn’t need clarity…
