Clarissa smirked, practically glowing with pride. She had always been the favorite—or at least, she made sure everyone believed she was. She never called Mom unless she wanted something. Designer bags. A “loan.” A way to fix the messes she always created.
Meanwhile, I was the one who sat by Mom’s hospital bed every weekend, who brought her soup when chemo made her nauseous, who handled the paperwork and insurance when she was too tired to lift her head.
I didn’t expect a fortune—but I didn’t expect to be erased, either.
After the reading, I was numb. I quietly got up and walked out. I didn’t want Clarissa’s fake sympathy or the lawyer’s impersonal stare. I just needed air.
As I stepped out into the hallway, someone called my name.
“Wait—Miss Lennox?”
I turned. It