The driver who found me immediately began CPR while another motorist called emergency services. Paramedics restored my breathing and rushed me to the hospital with severe hypothermia. Officer Bennett told Dad I was alive, but critically cold and unconscious. Then he asked the question Dad should have asked before throwing me outside: “Have you actually examined the prescription bottle?” Dad turned toward Marissa and demanded it. The label carried my name—but the pharmacy records told a very different story.

The prescription had been filled using our family insurance, yet security footage and pharmacy records showed Marissa collecting it. When Dad confronted her, she finally broke down. Months earlier, she had discovered that our insurance would cover medication more easily under my plan information and had used my details without permission after losing access to her own prescription. When I overheard Dad mentioning the insurance discrepancy, Marissa panicked. She planted the bottle among my belongings, believing Dad would blame me before investigating further.