Dying for a Love I Never Won

Archangel Michael once promised me that my new family would be wealthy and happy.

And they truly were—wealthy, comfortable, and happy. But none of that love belonged to me.

Every ounce of love in our house was given to my younger sister.

Mom claimed to keep things fair by using Tarot cards.

Lily was blessed with endless good luck. Whenever we drew cards to divide up love, attention, food, or toys, she always drew upright cards.

I only ever drew reversed cards. I only ever got whatever scraps were left over after Lily took her pick.

I protested once, but Mom snapped at me viciously.