949: The Score That Blew Up My Family
aw was my mother K
rve Brittany," she s
to even lift a finger. My heart mo
an failure, a sudden
ew b
e "Exchan
my near-perfect SAT score meant for Stanford,
opular influencer, living a
on my stolen
d by, a shadow in the corn
tany," Karen continued, as if discussin
scare. I
g stopped.
, li
lt upright in my own
gh the window. My old a
lt... stro
my hands. Th
howed the date. It was
ter the
ive. I w
th, of Karen' s words,
a dream," I
with fear, but with
hings would
new about the
new its
/0/87013/coverorgin.jpg?v=03a545cda7f62154e8e6e3fea8e07fc4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/90950/coverorgin.jpg?v=22f020468c7893d4fba41f46b54ff5a2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/74164/coverorgin.jpg?v=2816c470b06ac6b360aeec47a19d5139&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/77579/coverorgin.jpg?v=fe51793a7bbf495e04a7b797509ee118&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/71279/coverorgin.jpg?v=9e49a76b6b5eef1f9b662f77b9729717&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/60498/coverorgin.jpg?v=62dcb7be9563dc3a710aa1e248de0ea9&imageMogr2/format/webp)