When I returned from lunch, Ava was waiting outside my new office with a tablet.
“Ms. Vance, this is spreading fast.”
Mia had filmed herself in a shabby apartment. Her hair was tangled, mascara streaked both cheeks, and she held an old photograph of her parents against her chest.
“I don't know what to do,” she told the camera. “My cousin Clara threw my aunt and uncle out of their home. She's destroying her own fiancé because she's jealous. I never asked for any of this. I only wanted a family.”
The video was spreading fast. Comments called me a heartless corporate witch, a gold-digger, and asked what kind of woman could do that to her family.
Grace Vance had pinned her own reply beneath it.
*You are so brave, my darling girl. Some people are born without a soul. I'm sorry my daughter
