I sat in my car outside Grandma Eleanor’s house, staring at my phone screen. The notification was still there, glowing like a neon sign in the darkness. “Megan Harper added you to Real Family Only.”
My hands were shaking.
Not the kind of shake you get from too much coffee, but the deep tremor that comes when your body knows something terrible is about to happen before your mind catches up. I’m Tori. I’m thirty-two, and I work as an ICU nurse at Methodist Hospital.
I’m used to crisis. I’m used to families falling apart in waiting rooms, used to holding hands while machines flatline. But nothing—absolutely nothing—had prepared me for what I was about to discover.
It was 11:47 PM on a Tuesday. I’d just finished a double shift, my scrubs still smelled like antiseptic, and all I wanted was to collapse into bed with a cup of tea. Instead, I found myself staring at this group chat invitation like it was a bomb that hadn’t exploded yet.
“Real Family Only.”
The name made my stomach clench. I wasn’t even supposed to be here. This was clearly a mistake—Megan’s manicured thumb slipping on her phone screen while she was probably posting another perfectly filtered selfie to her Instagram.
But I clicked anyway. The chat loaded, and I did what anyone does when they join late: I scrolled up to see what I’d missed. What I found made me physically sick.
The first message I saw was from three days ago. Megan: “Update on CC’s dating life – still zero prospects lmao”
Aunt Linda: “What’s CC again? I forget our code names “
Megan: “Charity Case.
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