We drafted a fierce agreement stating that I would give them five thousand dollars as a final settlement in exchange for them relinquishing any future claims to my life. They would be legally forbidden from contacting me or showing up at my home or workplace ever again.
If they broke the contract, they would owe me twenty thousand dollars for every instance of contact. Meredith read it over and looked at me with a serious expression.
“You aren’t just looking for space, you are firing them from your life,” she noted.
“That is exactly what I am doing,” I replied.
I sent a message to my mother telling her the bank blocked the transfer due to fraud and that they all had to come to the branch in person with ID before 7 a.m. Mom responded instantly, thanking me and saying she knew I wouldn’t let my sister die.
Tiffany wrote a few minutes later, telling me I was making too much of a scene and that I should just make the deposit already.
They arrived at the bank at 6:12 a.m. smelling like expensive wine and butter. Tiffany wore a designer knit dress and high boots without a single sign of physical pain or a hospital bracelet.