“Your sister needs you to save her.”I looked down at my prosthetic leg, picked up my phone, called my attorney, and smiled.My parents had returned after nineteen years with one demand: one million dollars for Chloe. My mother stood inside my Manhattan penthouse as though she still owned me. My father placed a folder on my table and explained that Chloe had “made a mistake.” If the money was replaced before an audit, everything would disappear.I almost laughed.

When I was ten, cancer took my leg. My parents treated me like an embarrassment, hiding me from guests and refusing to buy me a proper prosthetic. At sixteen, they threw me out with a trash bag. Later, I discovered they had stolen my identity and ruined my credit to finance Chloe’s perfect life. Aunt Sarah saved me. I rebuilt everything and eventually became a successful real-estate developer.Now they wanted my money again.But I soon discovered Chloe didn’t need the million for what they claimed.