After I came back home, I started to message Grandma Tina.
I typed. The divorce was my decision alone. I asked her not to worry.
But in the end, I withdrew the message.
I didn’t want to make her worry.
Or perhaps it would be better to let William be expelled from the family instead?
When I couldn’t make up my mind, I never acted rashly.
So I deleted the message before sending it.
Just then, there came a knock.
I drew in a slow breath and opened the door.
It was Celine.
She shoved a thick stack of documents into my hands and walked in as she spoke. “That little girl, Mia… she’s hard to track down. Her biological father’s background is a mess.”
I flipped the file open.
Pages and pages of tabs, debts everywhere: gambling debts, store credit, restaurant tabs…
“You mean he sold Mia
