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My sister, Sophie Shaw, was kidnapped, and after she came back, she developed severe PTSD. She looked at my fiancé, Daniel Reed, and became convinced he was her boyfriend. Daniel went along with it and stayed by Sophie's hospital bed day and night. He held her hand and told her, "Sophie, don't be scared. I'll always be here with you." My parents, Wesley and Amanda, kicked me out of the house. Amanda crossed her arms and said, "Sophie's condition is unstable right now. She doesn't remember having a sister, so you need to move out for a while. And don't come to the hospital anymore. We can't risk upsetting her." I moved into a rundown apartment in a sketchy part of town, the place they'd found for me. A few weeks later, someone broke into my apartment, and I was taken. I managed to grab my phone and call them for help. But Wesley, Amanda, and Daniel were all convinced I was faking it. Wesley's voice came through the phone, cold and angry. "Emily, your sister just went through a kidnapping and you're pulling this kind of stunt? Do you have any conscience at all? Can't you stand to see Sophie doing well?" Amanda cut in before I could respond. "If you keep making up these ridiculous lies for attention, you're not welcome in this family anymore." The line went dead. I got what they wanted. I never made it home.