My Brother Canceled My Birthday Invite — And Booked My Private Island

“And that’s the entire point.”

Marcus opened his mouth again, but I didn’t let him.

“I’m done being the contrast,” I said, voice steady. “I’m done subsidizing the story where you’re the only one who matters.”

My mother started crying, really crying, the kind that used to make me fold instantly.

I didn’t fold.

I stepped back.

And I closed the door.

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