My sister announced she was expecting her fourth c…

I had never signed any of it. By 9:00, my email had three PDF files waiting for me. I opened the first one and saw my name written in a handwriting that tried to look like mine but failed badly.

The C in Camille curled wrong. The last name was too stiff. Whoever signed it had copied letters, not a signature.

The second form had my phone number, my address, and a sentence I had never written. Camille Carter has agreed to assist with ongoing child care needs during pregnancy and postpartum recovery. Ongoing.

That word made my skin go cold. This had never been about one day. They were building a paper trail to make me the second parent without asking me.

My phone started buzzing before I could even process it. The family group chat had exploded. My mother wrote, “Camille, your sister is pregnant and scared.

Stop making everything about yourself.”