LILITH
I had imagined all sorts of scenarios. But nothing prepared me for what the man said next.
In short, he wanted compensation—for how his “beloved” niece turned out under our family’s care.
While I was still trying to wrap my head around the sheer absurdity of the situation, Marissa spoke, her voice laced with cutting sarcasm.
“I’ve seen my fair share of shameless people,” she said, arms folded, “but your family? You set a whole new standard.”
Claire’s uncle didn’t even flinch. The obsequious smile plastered to his face remained as his gaze fixated on my mom.
“You’re a mother too, Evelyn. Surely you understand where I’m coming from.”
“Six years ago, when you took her in, you made it clear you’d raise her properly. But look at her now—how is this the same girl her parents raised
