Top Score, Bottom Morals
Three days before the SAT, a car slammed into me. My right leg was ruined.
Govind stood beside my hospital bed and said, "I set it up."
He pointed at the cast on my leg and smiled. "You upset Yvette. It's just a broken leg. Better that than watching her cry."
I stared at him, stunned, then dug my nails into his arm hard enough to draw blood.
He shoved me off without a care. Then he patted my head like he always used to.
"Now I get why your parents dumped you at that children's home. With an attitude like yours, you were never gonna be as lovable as Yvette."
Yvette was my older sister.
Fifteen years ago, I got hurt saving Yvette from a speeding car.
She cried to our parents and claimed I'd pushed her.
That same night, bruised and bleeding, I was dumped at a children's home.
When I'd already given up on everything, Govind showed up and promised he'd protect me for the rest of my life.
And now, for her, he was destroying me with his own hands.