thousand five hundred dollars.
It belonged to my twenty-two-year-old sister, Chloe, who sat across from me with tear-streaked cheeks, playing the helpless victim perfectly.
“You are going to pay for this, Maya, and that is final,” my father declared, his voice booming with absolute authoritarian rage. “Your sister needs her car for her internship, and you’re sitting on a healthy corporate tech salary while she has nothing. It is your family duty!”
“My duty?” I echoed, my voice chillingly calm as I stared them down. “Chloe blew her entire salary
