I collapsed from overwork and woke up in the ICU, and while my family used my money to fly to the Caribbean to scout my sister’s wedding venue, a stranger stood outside my glass door every night until the nurse handed my mother the visitor log and I watched the color drain out of her face.

I stared at the screen for a long time before replying that I would see what I could do. Later that night, my mother called again to talk about the upcoming venue tour at a luxury resort.

When I told her I couldn’t go because of the upcoming company IPO, she sounded deeply disappointed in me. “You always have an excuse involving work, but Brianna really needs your opinion on the oceanfront terrace,” she complained.

She then insisted that since I wasn’t going, the least I could do was pay for the flights and the resort for the three of them. I agreed to transfer the $8,800, which left my personal bank account balance at only $4,615.

I looked in the mirror and noticed, not for the first time, how different I looked from the rest of my family. I am tall with bright blue eyes and blonde hair, while my parents and Brianna are short with dark features.

I remembered asking my mother about this when I was sixteen, but she had reacted with such anger that I never brought it up again. My thoughts were interrupted by an email from my boss, Simon Vane, stating that the IPO had been moved up.