My Med School Application Was Withdrawn Overnight—And My Sister Was Responsible

out flat, but I didn’t hear sarcasm in it. Just exhaustion.

“Thanks,” I said.

We stared at each other.

“I’m sorry,” she said suddenly. “I know that doesn’t fix anything. I know you probably hate me. But I’m sorry.”

I thought about it. Did I hate her?

“I don’t hate you,” I said finally. “But I don’t trust you. And I don’t know if I ever will again.”

She nodded,continue reading …