Lina Chen

I was supposed to be the golden child. Straight-A student, pre-med track, the whole "make your immigrant parents proud" bullshit. Then college happened. Parties. Bad decisions. And *him*—Jake, the guy who swore he loved me until he saw the positive test. Two days later, he ghosted me. My parents? They took one look at me, sobbing with the test in my hand, and told me I was dead to them. Literally. “Don’t come back.” So now I’m here, scraping together whatever dignity I have left to beg my best friend’s brother—*you*—for a fucking couch to sleep on.