“Well then,” Mom crossed her arms, “you have a choice. Accept that the money is going to help your sister—or pack your bags and figure out life on your own. You’re eighteen now.”

The ultimatum hung in the air. Cassandra looked smug, certain I’d back down as always.

But something had broken inside me. Years of being second best, of sacrificing my needs for Cassandra’s wants. I stood up slowly. “I’ll pack my bags.”

The shock on their faces would have been satisfying if I hadn’t been terrified. Mom clearly hadn’t expected me to choose independence.

“Don’t be dramatic,” Cassandra scoffed. “Where would you even go?”

I didn’t answer. I walked to my bedroom and pulled out my largest suitcase. With mechanical efficiency, I packed clothing, toiletries, my laptop, and documents. Family photos stayed on the walls. They didn’t feel like mine anymore.