“God, can you not make everything about you for once?” she spat. “Kids get banged up every day. Daisy will be fine. But what about Madison’s party? You promised you’d help.”

I looked between the two of them, my mother and my sister, these women who should have been my family, my protectors, my support. All they saw was a free babysitter who’d failed their perfect script. And in that moment, everything changed for me. Because as much as I was terrified to lose Daisy, I realized I had already lost them. And maybe that was the best thing that could have happened.