Life doesn't always turn out like you intend. Sometimes it does, but most of the time, 99% of the time…
It just doesn't.
In a lot of ways I'm still reeling from what happened. One night I'm ready to save my little sister from the abusive hell hole I scrambled out of to whisk her away to a shot at a real life, and the next day I'm here, drinking, wondering what the hell I'm going to tell my fiancèe.
I mean, the plan was good, right? Finally convince myself to go back home to visit, let my parents think they can exploit a new relationship with them once I finish my degree and become a "bigshot doctor," and finally get a chance to tell Alice that I'm taking her away from all of this. Now that she's 18 I can't be charged with kidnapping if she wants to come with.
I even bought her a plane ticket. It's not like she has anything here to leave behind.