At dinner, my mom sneered, “Your success means nothing. Your sister is my gold.” I slid the bill across the table and said, “45K. Take my mother’s gold and pay it.” Their smiles suddenly faded. The moment my mother said it, the restaurant seemed to tilt. "Your success means nothing, Ashley. Danielle is my gold." Her voice had that smooth, practiced sweetness she used whenever she was about to deliver a blow she expected me to quietly absorb. The clinking of cutlery around us faded. My sister fro