The Price of Familial Betrayal

ldhood home opened, and

lat, holding no warmth. "

s chasm between us. Instead, another demand was alre

e only high because they' d refinanced to bail him out yet again. My entire adult life had been spent cleanin

-would go solely to Mike. My years of sacrificing, of financially propping them up, were dismissed as merely

ared me less for being a girl. But this time, watching my broth

ever heard. "From this day forward, you won' t get anything from me