A Vessel for Their Sins
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Growing up, if Cecily so much as frowned, whatever I was holding would be ripped from my hands. If she coughed twice, I’d be sent to kneel out in the snow to reflect on how I had "failed to take proper care of my sister."
In adulthood, their favoritism remained unchanged—only it grew deadlier.
My father would slam his fist against the table, threatening to freeze my trust fund and kick me ou...
In adulthood, their favoritism remained unchanged—only it grew deadlier.
My father would slam his fist against the table, threatening to freeze my trust fund and kick me ou...













