The Golden Child Was My Poison
Language: en
On the morning of our big family vacation, I woke up early only to find the house completely, eerily quiet. Confused, I unlocked my phone. A text from my sister, Ida, had just popped up in the family group chat. "Shoot, I completely forgot to text this thread that we moved the departure time up!" A second later, the message was recalled. I stared blankly at the empty screen, a sudden, sharp sting prickling the backs of my eyes. They had another group chat. One that didn't include me. While I was still trying to process the hollow ache in my chest, my phone rang. It was Mom. "I’m so…