After a brutal home invasion, I begged my family to save me while I was dying of Stage IV stomach cancer. They chose their adopted daughter. They called me a liar. They left me to die. So I stopped begging. I walked into the ocean and never planned to come back. Only when they almost lost me for good did my family finally learn the truth— I had never lied. Now they’ll do anything to bring me home. Too bad. By the time they finally chose me, I no longer needed to be chosen.
