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

unlocked drawers.

“I kept records of everything,” she said. “They thought I destroyed it when I left.”

Her journal was leather-bound, the pages packed with careful handwriting: patient names, procedural modifications, authorizations. The pen strokes were tight and precise, like she had written in fear.

“Why didn’t you report them?” I asked.

She let out continue reading …