My Parents Doubled My Rent So My Unemployed Sister Could Move In, So I Moved Out and Took Everything

admitted William was aware. More than aware. Complicit.”

“That’s impossible,” I whispered, though the word tasted weak. “William wanted children.”

Dr. Brooks didn’t argue. He slid a thumb drive across the table, pushing it toward me like a confession.

“Records,” he said. “Lab reports. William’s authorizations. Procedural modifications.” He paused, then continue reading …