My Med School Application Was Withdrawn Overnight—And My Sister Was Responsible

her jaw tight.

“That’s fair,” she whispered.

“What you did wasn’t about med school,” I said. “It was about you being afraid that I’d succeed and you’d fail. And that’s something you need to figure out with your therapist, not with me.”

Her eyes filled with tears.

“I know,” she said.

I turned to leave, then stopped.

“Lena,” I said, not looking back, “if continue reading …