She Walked Out, and Ten Years Later She Showed Up With Expensive Gifts at a Twelfth Birthday Dinner
“You need to pack up your things and go, Vanessa,” Sarah said, her voice sharp and firm.
“You brought cheap fake presents to a twelve-year-old girl’s birthday and lied to every child in this house.”
Vanessa lifted the coffee mug, eyed a faint brown stain by the handle, and put it back down without taking a sip.
“I’m not going anywhere,” Vanessa said.
Her voice lost every trace of its soft, sweet warmth and went completely hard and flat.
“My name’s on the deed to this property.”