Chapter 2 - The Invisible SacrificesMy name is Valerie Castillo. For as long as I can remember, I’ve been the “strong one.” The one who understood. The one who waited. The one who paid.

When Dad fell behind on business debts? I covered them. When Mom invested in a boutique for Danielle that folded in four weeks? It went on my credit card. When the roof leaked, when someone got sick, when the lights were about to be cut off — my phone rang. And I answered.
No one asked how much it cost. No one said thank you.
This trip? All four tickets, the hotel near the Seine, the insurance, the transfers — all on my card. And that first-class upgrade? I earned those miles myself, flying red-eyes and skipping vacations for three years. I didn’t want luxury. I just wanted four hours to close my eyes and not have to fix anyone’s life.
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Danielle turned on me the second the agent spoke. “That seat should be mine. I’m the graduate.”
And just like that, every sacrifice I’d made vanished into thin air.
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