You and your daughters are coming with me.

“You lost millions because of that.”

He watched the girls laughing under the trees. “I didn’t lose millions. I lost the people who only valued me because of them.” He squeezed my hand. “And I found everything I never knew was missing.”

Margaret spent years insisting three little girls were worthless because they weren’t sons. Today those same three girls are the reason hundreds of women walk through the doors of Three Fireflies House looking for safety and a second chance.

People called me a maid. A thief. A gold digger.

My daughters call me Mom. And the man who swore he’d never have a family calls me home.

THE END.