The Neglected Daughter's Last Stand

ffs and faded memories. I pulled an old duffel bag from the closet and started packing the few things that were mine: some worn-ou

sharp and cutting. He was on the phone, no doubt with

amatic one. It' s a constant embarrassment, I swear. It could affect my image, my career prospects. She' s j

drew turned, his expensive suit looking out of place in

" he s

my voice quiet. "You were all so busy celebrating Molly's half-birth

es. But it was gone as quickly as it appeared. "Don't try

y returned, their faces still dark with anger. Molly, ever

otion. "I know! To make up, why don' t you bake me one of your amazing

istory she had just invoked. I stared at her, m

have a severe, life-threatening peanut allergy.

ce. The request was a trap, a

her as a welcome gift. I didn't know about the allergy; no one had told me. She ate it. She had a reaction-a bad one. My parents accused me of trying to poison her. Th

ed instantly. She gasped, stumbli

shrieked, tears str