“Don’t be selfish, Clara,” he said coldly. “Haley’s lifestyle brand needs high-society content. A medical school graduation will be full of wealthy families. You’re only a nurse’s assistant anyway. Let your sister have a real moment.”
Haley squealed and waved the ticket toward her ring light.
“VIP access! Thanks, Dad!”
I stared at the man who was supposed to be my father.
For four brutal years, I had hidden the truth. I had never corrected them when they assumed my hospital hours were low-level assistant work. They had no idea I was graduating from the university’s elite medical school. Education
I said nothing.
I turned away and walked down to my windowless basement room.
At the bottom of the stairs, I froze.
Through the old vents, Victoria’s voice drifted down.
“Are the papers ready?”
