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Megan’s expression tightened at the mention of her name. She immediately insisted that she had been a teenager and couldn’t be held responsible for the decisions our parents had made.

“I was sixteen, Emily. What was I supposed to do?”

I looked at her and remembered the girl sitting in Room 314 staring at her phone while our father calculated whether saving my life was financially worthwhile. I didn’t blame sixteen-year-old Megan for controlling our parents, but adulthood had given her fifteen years to contact me, and she had never used a single one of them.

“You could have called me once.”

Megan looked away.

Karen quickly changed tactics and began talking about forgiveness. She said people made mistakes under pressure, that my diagnosis had frightened everyone, and that parents sometimes made decisions their children couldn’t understand until they became older themselves.

“We were terrified. Your father was thinking about the whole family. We made mistakes, but you cannot punish us forever.”

Dr. Lawson shifted beside me, and Karen finally noticed him properly. Recognition crossed her face almost immediately because he was the physician who had sat across from them in Room 314 and listened while they discussed surrendering custody of their sick daughter.

Thomas recognized him too.

“This is a private family matter.”

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