Something inside me snapped.
Evelyn said, “She never once looked for you.” Not once. Not yet.”
Mansion. Desperation. The time.
“Why now?” I whispered. “Why would she look for me now?”
Evelyn sighed.
“Because your grandfather died last month,” she said visibly. He left everything to you. You’re 18 now, honey. Everything is yours.”
A wave of nausea hit.
No. No, that wasn’t…
“She came back because you’re her ticket, Emma!”
Evelyn lowered her voice.
Honey, if she gets you to remain, she’ll tell you everything. You’ll be her passport to happiness. She want your ticket…”
World blurred. Mansion. Tears. Trembling hands.
It wasn’t love. It was never romantic.
About money.
I was a golden ticket.
With my luggage over my shoulder, I stood beside the big staircase. Sarah leaned on the banister, arms crossed, gaze focused.
“You’re leaving,” she replied bluntly.
“Yeah.”
“You’re making a mistake, Emma,” she laughed.
“No,” I answered. “The mistake was believing you wanted me and not my inheritance.”
“I gave birth to you,” she said.
“And then you let me go.”
“So, you’re going to take the money and go?”
“Yes,” I answered. “Next year, I’ll pay my own college fees. Since my parents have spoiled me my whole life, I’ll spoil them.”
She had no response for the first time.
Turned toward the door.
“You owe me, Emma,” she said.
I paused, holding the handle.
“I owe you nothing,” I said.
I found my folks waiting at home.
I said nothing. I ran into mom’s arms.
She hugged me, stroking my hair.
“You’re home,” she whispered.
She was right. I was home.
Because ultimately, I didn’t need a mansion, a riches, or a mother who only wanted me when it was convenient.
“Welcome back, baby girl,” my dad replied.
Everything I needed was already mine.
Actual family.
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