Sweet poison

My sorority sister, Brittany, always seemed like the perfect friend – sweet, glamorous, always ready with a helpful suggestion.

But that sweetness was a lie, a poison.

It started with a phony survey, then quickly escalated.

My SSN, my bank details, all stolen overnight for a "$3,000 loan" I never truly asked for.

That loan spiraled to $9,000, and soon, Brittany' s "help" forced me into something far darker – an "escort service" tied to her family's hidden cruelties.

The fabricated photos, the rumors, the shame – it all broke my parents.

Their car crash, the one that erased them from my life, was no accident.

It was the crushing weight of their daughter' s fabricated ruin, orchestrated by the girl who smiled in my face.