The digital clock on Ava’s nightstand blinked 6:12 AM when the phone rang. It wasn’t the soft, melodic chime of her alarm. It was the shrill, demanding trill of the “Family Emergency” ringtone she had assigned to her mother years ago.
MY FAMILY CLAIMED THEY COULDN’T AFFORD MY FATHER’S INSULIN WHILE THEY FLEW FIRST CLASS TO THE MALDIVES—SO I SENT THE MONEY. TEN MINUTES LATER, THEIR VACATION COLLAPSED
Chapter 3
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