My parents called me “the dumb one” for years while my sister was the star—until her graduation day, when a stranger handed me an envelope that revealed who I really was and changed everything

table twenty-seven.

The cousin beside me, a woman I had met at a funeral years ago, leaned over to me.

“Cecily, right? So what does that mean for you?” she asked.

I opened my mouth to speak.

I closed it again.

What could I possibly say to her?

That I had just been formally erased from my own family?

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