Some people say blood is thicker than water. What they don’t tell you is that sometimes, blood can drown you.

I’m Justin, 26, and I’ve spent most of my life watching my parents choose my sister over me. When they skipped my wedding for her, my best man turned their absence into something unforgettable.

Growing up in Millbrook felt like living under a spotlight that never pointed at me. My sister, Casey, six years older, had a talent for stealing attention—often with suspiciously timed meltdowns.

If I scored the winning goal at my basketball game, she’d suddenly develop a stomachache that required urgent care.