My Daughter Cut Ties with Me After She Married a Rich Man – a Year Later, She Came Back Crying with a Baby

I’d just come in from work, still in my uniform. My knees hurt.

My back hurt. My hands smelled like bleach.

I’d barely set the mop against the counter when I heard a knock.

Sharp. Too fast.

Not casual.

I frowned and opened the door.

And there she was.

My daughter, Gillian.

The daughter I hadn’t really seen or heard from in almost a year.

She stood on my porch with a baby carrier hanging from both hands. Her fingers were white from how tight she was gripping it. Her eyes were red and wet.

She was crying so hard she could barely breathe.

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