back in my chair.
“I moved my money.”
That was when the entire room seemed to stop breathing.
Twenty minutes earlier, my family had surprised Kayla with a five-night vacation to Hawaii.
First-class tickets.
A luxury resort.
Matching floral luggage.
All of it paid for with $7,000 taken from the emergency account I had funded entirely myself.
Then, standing beside my birthday cake on my twenty-eighth birthday, Mom raised her glass and said:
“To Kayla. The daughter who shows us what success looks like. She’s the only one who
