My parents threw me out at sixteen after I lost my leg. Nineteen years later they wanted a million dollars for my sister — to hide why a 24 -year-old woman may never walk again.

I was not going to let anybody put my leg in a newspaper again.

That was a reasonable decision. I have had four people tell me it was the right one, including my aunt, and I would defend it to anybody who asked.

It also ran for another seven years.

And a twenty-four-year-old woman filled in a form in March 2023 because she trusted a name that I had decided, in 2018, was not worth the fight.

I have not found a way round that one and I have stopped looking for it.

I did not pay the million.

I sent the file to the foundation’s auditors, to the trustee who had asked the question in the spring, and to the state attorney general’s charities division, all on the same afternoon.

There is a process and it is ongoing and there are things about it I have been asked not to write.