Taking the Blame
My parents’ adoptive daughter took three kids hiking with her, and they ended up dead. They wanted me to take the blame for her.
My father forced me to kneel before the families of the victims and crushed my calf with his hiking pole. “These were the legs she used to take your kids hiking. I’ll make sure she never gets to hike again.”
My mother legally disowned me. “Jenny will be breaking hiking records one day. I won’t let anyone bring up her shameful sister when that happens! She’s sacrificed so much for you all these years, and it’s time you paid her back.”
My boyfriend promised me, “Jenny has nothing. She would not survive if she had to endure all this, but at least you have me. I’ll be here for you no matter what happens. They’re just angry, but they won’t send you to jail. You can come home once everything settles down.”
To defend the reputation of my adoptive sister, he and my parents worked together to falsify evidence and send me to jail.
“It’s to protect you,” they promised, “so the families don’t take revenge on you.”
They did not know I had already given up on them.