My Family, My Fortune, Their Lie

erations. After two weeks of non-stop work across three time zones, all I wanted wa

The last 48 hours had been a blur of conference rooms and airport lo

ly? I'm home,"

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phone propped up on the marble fireplace, recording a d

shot," she said, not eve

n her hand, live-streaming to her followers. She was in a pri

those toxins," she said to her phone, completely ign

t. My vision started to blur at the edges. I stumbled, gra

g's wrong," I ma

furrowed. "Matthew, can you not? I'm in the middle of a cl

. I collapsed onto the expensive Persian rug, the world tilting sid

all 911,"

"Oh my god, so dramatic.

he right spots on the screen. The last thing I heard before

t a little interruption. Now, wh