My Med School Application Was Withdrawn Overnight—And My Sister Was Responsible

someone else. “It’s over.”

But it wasn’t over.

Not really.

The next few weeks were strange and tense. Lena barely left her room. When she did, she moved through the house like a ghost, avoiding eye contact, saying nothing.

My parents tried to talk to her. I heard my mother’s voice through the walls, pleading, reasoning, sometimes crying. My father’s voice,continue reading …