Mom rubbed raw chili paste into my eyes for refusing to be my sister’s maid. She said now you see what pain looks like, so I made sure they cried every day.
Harper Williams had always known her place in the small, two-bedroom house in Phoenix, Arizona. At 22, she worked a full-time cashier job at a grocery store and still came home every night to the same routine: clean the house, cook dinner, and obey her mother, Linda. Her younger sister Brooke—nineteen, spoiled, and constantly filming…