I thought that once I walked out of the orphanage that day, every ugly chapter of my life would finally be over.
Clearly, fate had other plans.
As Conrad opened the car door for me, shouting suddenly erupted near the entrance.
"Sharon! Come out!"
I'd recognize that voice even in my sleep.
Tiffany.
She was wearing a filthy jacket whose original color was impossible to tell. Her hair was a tangled mess. Bruises still lingered on her face.
She rushed toward us so frantically that the security guard nearly failed to stop her.
The moment Tiffany spotted me, her eyes lit up.
Not with a mother's love—with greed.
"Sharon, Mommy's been looking everywhere for you."
She stumbled forward and dropped to her knees.
"You donated 50 million to the orphanage. What's wrong with giving some to yo
