In the hospital room, I watched in horror as my sister yanked out her oxygen tube and

stood beside Mara’s bed like loyal guards at a spoiled princess’s trial.

My mother folded her arms. “Come to apologize?”

“No,” I said. “I came to give you one last chance to tell the truth.”

Mara laughed. “You hear that? She’s threatening me again.”

My father stepped forward. “Leave before I call security.”

“Security is already here,” David said.

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