My name is Joanna Sinclair. I am thirty-seven years old. And I am no longer the budget line in anyone else’s life.
The night I lost my job, my sister shouted, “Who’s going to pay my car loan now?” Mom backed her up. Dad started packing my things. “Your sister needs this house more than you do.” I said nothing about the company in my name or the beach house. Hours later… it all collapsed.
