My hands clenched so hard my knuckles hurt.
I wasn’t just angry.
I was hollow.
Because anger implies surprise.
This felt like confirmation of something I’d tried not to name for years:
That I had been sacrificed so someone else could keep living comfortably.
In the back of the folder was a note from my father, written in bold:
“THIS IS WHAT THEY STOLE FROM YOU.”
THE FIRST STEP: DO IT LEGALLY
People love stories where the wronged person storms into the house and confronts the villains.
That makes good
