She straightened.
“Sweetheart, you do realize that without me, you wouldn’t have any success, right?” she said. “I’m the one who made sure you were raised by this woman so you’d turn out well. I only need half of your business. That’s fair.”
I wanted to shout.
She added, “And your car. You wouldn’t have it without me. I sacrificed my body and my youth. I chose to have you. I chose where to leave you. That choice made your life.”
Anger rushed through me.
I thought of my mom at every milestone. My mom folding shirts. My mom showing up again and again while this woman vanished.
I wanted to shout. Instead, something cold and sharp slid into place.
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