A week later, my mother came to find me again.
She was nothing like the polished, elegant woman I remembered, adorned with fine jewelry and dressed in the finest designer clothes.
Now, she looked haggard, frantic, and utterly exhausted. She grabbed my hands as though I were her last hope, pleading in a trembling voice. "Eulalie... please... I'm begging you. Whatever money you have left, give it all to me, will you?"
I had never been this close to her before.
Not once since I had been brought back to the Pembroke family had we ever shared anything resembling warmth or affection.
Her entire world had always revolved around Lila.
When Lila became pregnant before she had even turned eighteen, my mother insisted she was simply too innocent and trusting. She blamed everyone else, the man w
