Chapter 1 - The Breath She Stole

The sound of my four-year-old suffocating sounded like wet paper tearing in a tight throat.

"Daddy..." Juniper wheezed, her tiny chest caving into her ribs with every violent heave.

Her lips were already turning the color of bruised plums. Her fingers clawed weakly toward the bright red rescue inhaler.

My older sister, Tabitha, held the canister four feet above Juniper’s head, dangling it by two polished acrylic fingernails like a piece of raw meat over a dying dog. She was smirking. Not an awkward grimace, not a nervous twitch—a cold, lazy, deliberate grin.

"Give my daughter her inhaler!" The roar ripped out of my lungs before my boots even crossed the threshold of the living room.

I didn't break stride. I launched across the hardwood, snatched the plastic casing right out of Tabitha’s grip with enough force to sprain her wrist, and brought my open palm across her left cheek in one unbroken arc.

Crack.

The slap echoed like a gunshot against the high ceilings of our family’s estate. Tabitha stumbled backward into the oak bookshelf, books tumbling around her designer heels.

I dropped hard onto both knees beside Juniper. The floorboards bruised my shins, but I didn't feel a thing.

"Breathe with Daddy, baby. Slow. Look right at my eyes."

My hands shook, but muscle memory took over. I jammed the canister into the blue spacer chamber, pressed the soft silicone mask over her small nose and mouth, and depressed the canister.

Puff.

"Breathe it in, June-bug. Count with me. One... two... three..."

She sucked in the mist with a jagged, desperate shudder. I held the mask tight to create an airtight seal against her trembling skin.

Puff.

A second dose, exactly as Dr. Vance had outlined in her emergency red folder. For five agonizing seconds, nothing changed. Then, the frantic wheezing smoothed out. Her chest stopped collapsing inward like a crushed soda can. Her tiny hands reached up, clutching the fabric of my flannel shirt with a grip that made my chest ache.

Behind me, the sound of designer heels clicking on oak cut through the quiet.

Tabitha was rubbing her red cheek, her eyes narrow slits of venom. "She better get used to going without it, Austin. You can't coddle weak lungs forever."

Juniper whimpered, burying her wet face into the crook of my neck. Her voice was barely a rasp against my ear: "Aunt Tabitha takes it every time you leave, Daddy."

The world went dead silent. The blood drained from my face, rushing straight to my ears in a roaring, white-hot tide.

Before I could turn around and tear the room apart, my cousin Willa stepped out from the shadows near the kitchen entryway. Her face was pale as chalk, her hands gripping her iPhone with white knuckles.

"Don't let her lie her way out of this, Austin," Willa said, her voice shaking with pure fury. "I recorded what happened before you walked in."

Willa tapped the screen and hit play.

The video filled the room with crisp audio. Tabitha stood right over Juniper’s medical pouch on the low coffee table. Behind her stood our father, Orson, his arms crossed over his chest, his silver hair perfectly styled.

On the screen, Juniper was already clutching her throat on the rug. Tabitha reached for the red canister, but she didn't pick it up to help. She looked back at Orson, and her voice came through the phone's speakers with icy clarity:

"Not yet. Let her get worse first."

My father didn't flinch on the screen. He just nodded once. "Make sure she understands who actually controls this house."

I looked up from the screen directly into my sister’s eyes, my teeth grinding so hard I could taste copper. "How could you do this to a defenseless child?"

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Tabitha didn’t blink. She straightened her posture, folded her arms, and tilted her chin up. "Because she isn't supposed to be here, Austin. And neither are you."

That was when the heavy front door clicked open, and our father walked in holding a manila envelope.