She finally looked at me. “You’ll be fine, Emily. The doctor said the odds are good. When you’re eighteen, you can figure out your own life.”
“I’m your daughter,” I cried.
“So is Ashley,” my father snapped. “And she has real potential. You’ve always been average. Average grades, average everything. We are not destroying a promising future for an average one.”
Dr. Collins stood up so fast his stool slammed into the cabinet.
“I need you to leave while I speak with Emily privately.”
“We’re her parents,” my mother protested.
“Leave now,” he said coldly, “or I will call security and Child Protective Services.”
My father walked out first. My mother followed. Ashley left behind them without once lifting her eyes from her phone.
The door clicked shut.
