"You seriously came back?" The woman’s voice cracked like a slap as Nancy stepped inside the squat, her designer shoes sinking slightly into the uneven concrete floor. "You see how we’re living? While you're out there sipping lattes in some air-conditioned café, we’re lucky if we can stretch rice for the week. Did you drop by just to check if we’re still breathing?"
It was the kind of welcome Nancy had feared—but expected.
She said nothing, just stood frozen as the sting of her past pressed in from every wall of the cramped, cluttered house.
This was the truth she'd never told Drake—the part of her life she kept locked away. She had learned years ago that the family who raised her weren’t really hers. She wasn’t their daughter. She was the result of her father's fling with their housema
