My parents drained my savings for my sister's birthday trip, then slapped me over a necklace she hid herself. Her excuse? A weak heart. My life? Twenty years as their servant. So I left to build a new life of my own overseas and cut them off. Now they're digging through my room, finding every old scar and the lie that made their daughter untouchable. They're crying. They're begging. But where were those tears when I bled in their kitchen? Sorry, Mom and Dad. Your favorite daughter's bill is due.
