Instead, my mother sent: “Your sister could really use $23,000 for her honeymoon. You’re doing well, right?”

My younger sister, Amber, had gotten engaged three months earlier to Chad, a guy who sold insurance and drove a luxury car he clearly couldn’t afford. Their engagement had been a social media performance from beginning to end, and my parents had paid for nearly all of it.

Apparently now they wanted me to fund the honeymoon too.

My father followed with, “You and Evan make great money. This would mean a lot to your sister.”

My brother Tyler added, “Come on, Lauren. You’ve got it.”

I showed the screen to Evan. His face went completely still.

“Are they serious?” he asked.

“Apparently.”

With shaking hands, I typed back, “My daughter is in the ICU struggling to breathe. I am not discussing honeymoon money right now.”

My mother replied almost instantly.

“Well, she’s stable now, isn’t she? The doctors are handling it. Amber’s wedding is in three weeks and they need to book the trip.”

Then my father wrote, “Don’t be selfish, Lauren. This is about family.”

I turned my phone off.

Amber’s honeymoon could happen in a roadside motel for all I cared. My daughter was the only thing that mattered.