I’ve spent most of my life being invisible. My name is Betty—divorced, childless, and forever the family afterthought. My older brother Peter is the golden child, and his son Nick?
Entitled and spoiled. When I bought myself a blue SUV for my 40th birthday, no one cared. Except Nick, who asked to drive it.
I said no. At my birthday party, Nick disappeared. Minutes later, I heard a crash.
My brand-new SUV had plowed into a neighbor’s mailbox. Nick strolled back inside, smug, cake in hand. When I confronted him, he denied everything.
So did Peter, my parents, even his mom, Sara. “You’ve had too much wine,” they said. I kicked them all out.
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