The room erupted for my sister before she even reached the stage. Gold lighting, flashing cameras, champagne laughter—everything in that hotel ballroom curved toward Vanessa as if she were gravity itself.

“Look at her,” my mother whispered, clutching her pearls like pride might suffocate her. “A Harvard graduate. My brilliant girl.”

Then Dad leaned back, his voice loud enough for …
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