Numbers that didn’t match the duct tape or watered-down soap.
A sticky note read:
For your education. And maybe a small, sensible car if I’m not there to argue with you.
I cried into the paper.
Then came the part that made my skin go cold.
You were six when they told you your parents died in a car crash.
They did not.
I read it twice.
Your parents went to prison.
Fraud. Forgery. Assault.
They chose money over you.
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