“Don’t be entirely selfish, Clara,” Thomas sneered, looking down his nose at me. “Haley’s lifestyle brand desperately needs high-society networking content. The medical school graduation brings in the wealthiest families in the state. You’re just a nurse’s assistant anyway. You’ll be sitting in the back row of some general assembly hall with the rest of the support staff. Let your sister have her moment in a real venue.”
Haley snatched the ticket with a squeal, waving it in front of her ring light. “VIP access! Thanks, Dad. I’m going to get so much amazing footage.”
I stared at the man who shared my DNA. A cold, suffocating knot tightened in my chest. Let your sister have her moment.
It was a truth I had kept fiercely guarded, locked away in the darkest, safest vault of my mind for four grueling years. I hadn’t corrected them when they assumed my grueling clinical hours were just low-level assistant work. I hadn’t told them because I knew Thomas would instantly try to exploit my connections, or worse, Victoria would find a way to sabotage my funding out of pure, venomous jealousy.
They didn’t know I wasn’t graduating from a community college certificate program. They had no idea I was graduating from the university’s elite, top-tier medical school.
I didn’t say a word. I turned on my heel, the plates left untouched, and descended the creaking stairs to my windowless basement room.
As I reached the bottom step, the floorboards above my head creaked. The house was old, and the air vents carried every whisper like a megaphone. I stood dead still in the dark as Victoria’s hushed, conspiratorial voice drifted down through the aluminum grating.
