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May 20th. Found out about grandma’s will today. America gets everything because she’s the responsible one.
We’ll see about that. The most chilling entry was dated just two weeks ago. America’s engagement party is next month.
She’d been stealing my prescription pads from my nursing bag to forge medications. She had been researching ways to make me ill without raising alarms. I photographed every page with my phone, knowing Jessica would destroy the evidence the moment she suspected I’d found it.
My hands trembled so violently I could barely hold the device steady. When Jessica returned upstairs, I was back in my bed pretending to sleep. She sat down beside me and spoke in a voice so sweet it made my stomach turn.
“America, I need you to promise me you won’t tell anyone else about what happened. “Mom and dad are already so stressed about money, and if this gets out, it could ruin our family’s reputation. “You know how much dad’s business depends on people trusting us.”
I opened my eyes and looked directly at her.
“Jessica, I know what you’ve been doing. “I found your journal.”
Her entire demeanor shifted in an instant. The fake concern vanished, replaced by something vicious.
“You went through my personal belongings. “That’s a violation of my privacy.”
“You’ve been tampering with my medication for months,” I said, sitting up despite the dizziness. “This wasn’t a prank.
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