At twenty-two, an MIT scholarship paved my road to becoming an architect, building a future I could almost touch.
But life had other plans, suddenly derailed by a devastating call: Maya, my kid sister, was diagnosed with aggressive leukemia.
The medical bills were astronomical, an impossible weight on my already broken family.
My father, crushed by his own demons, offered a desperate lifeline: a "favor" from the powerful Jonathan Hayes.
It wasn't charity; it was a dark bargain.
My freedom, my dreams, my very self, traded for Maya's life.
I became Scarlett Hayes’ personal assistant – her shadow, her keeper, her disposable "toy."
For five soul-crushing years, I endured her every capricious whim, her tantrums, and her casual, dehumanizing ownership of my time, my body, my dignity.
She never asked; she simply took.
And I, trapped, let her.