The door was ajar, and I could hear laughter spilling out from inside."Welcome home to your palace, princess!" That was my brother, Carson Foster.Every 15th that Melody came home, the house felt like Christmas morning. I could smell the cooking from the hallway. Meanwhile, I hadn't even had a bite of the leftover cabbage Karen reheated back at the Fowlers.I pushed the door open, and the room went dead silent. My mom, Karina Bradley, was the first to recover, forcing an awkward smile. "Melanie, what are you doing here? Have you eaten? Let me grab you a plate."She set a paper plate down next to Melody's porcelain bowl, the one with "Princess" painted across it in gold. Carson quietly started shoving the ribs and chicken wings into the fridge.I didn't move. "Mom, did you look at my test results?"She paused, pretending she hadn't heard. "Let's just eat first."I wasn't letting it go. "I have kidney failure!"My dad, Craig Foster, exploded. "So, what do you want us to do abo
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