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.

Not one message asked where I was. Not one message asked if I was happy. When I stopped paying, they noticed in seven hours. When I stopped existing, they didn’t notice for sixteen days.

Cliffhanger: At noon, Aunt Patty called. She was the only one I answered. Her first words were: “Joanna, honey, are you okay?” And then she told me the one thing that made me realize the war was just beginning.

Chapter 7: The Charcoal Lettering on the Wall

“Your mother is telling everyone at church that you’ve abandoned the family because you’re bitter about losing your job,” A Patty whispered. “She’s using words like ‘selfish’ and ‘ungrateful.’ She actually said, ‘After everything we’ve done for her.’”

“And what have they done for me, Patty?”

The line went quiet. “I know, Joanna. I was there that night. I should have said something when your father picked up those boxes. I’ve been sick about it ever since.”