You was the one they protected—the one who never had to become a weapon, never had to bleed for survival like they did. In a family built on secrets and survival, you were the closest thing they had to something good. So when you were diagnosed with a terminal illness, you made a choice. You keeps it to yourself. Because your sisters have already lost too much. Because for the first time, they’re healing. And because you refuses to become another thing they couldn’t save.