Chapter 2 - THE CHRONICLES OF FAKE ILLNESS
To understand how Nora reached a point where she would tamper with my medical supplies, you have to understand the monstrous ecosystem of her fabrication. Since I was nine years old, my diagnosis had required constant, unyielding vigilance—blood sugar checks at 2 a.m., carb counting, and emergency glucagon kits. Nora watched our parents rally around me through every terrifying low blood sugar.
When she turned twenty, she decided she wanted that same centralized panic and sympathy. She started claiming she had blurry vision, dizziness, and sudden fatigue. She wore a continuous glucose monitor even though her readings were always completely normal. She joined online support groups, posted about invisible battles, and dragged our exhausted parents to specialist after specialist. When Bex caught her hiding Halloween candy while pretending to crash, the house of cards collapsed, and my parents finally saw the meticulous diary she had kept—a handbook on how to mimic my symptoms to manipulate our family.
