I grew up in a broken home—an abusive father, a mother who left, and a sister, Cheryl, who I once trusted. At 18, I escaped and built a life far away, leaving the past behind. Then, after a decade, Cheryl emailed me. She said her son was sick and begged for money. Moved by the photo of my nephew, I sent it without hesitation. But Cheryl never responded,
I returned to my hometown, hoping to find answers, but there was no sign of the child. Instead, I found Cheryl and our father, mysteriously close again. An old classmate, John,