When I saw the winning numbers on the screen, I didn’t scream or jump. I just sat there staring at them while my hands started shaking so hard I dropped the remote. $384 million. My name on that ticket.
For about two hours, I didn’t move. I kept checking the numbers, refreshing the page, whispering the sequence like it was some kind of code that might vanish if I said it too loud. When it finally sank in, I didn’t feel joy. I felt fear—the kind that crawls under your skin and makes you question everything you thought you knew about people.
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