My Sister Took My Passport Before My Scholarship Interview and My Parents Said It Wasn’t Meant for Me Until I Proved Them Wrong

was the clearest answer to the question I was about to ask, but I asked it anyway because I needed it said out loud.

“Has anyone seen my passport?”

Madison’s mouth moved into the smallest possible version of a smile. “Did you lose it?”

“It was in my lockbox,” I said. “The one that’s been forced open on my bedroom floor.”

“Maybe you forgot the combination continue reading …