The next morning at the attorney’s office, Aunt Sammie arrived wearing pearls and a confident smile, seemingly ready to collect whatever she felt she was owed. After the will was read, I stood up and locked eyes with her, announcing that I knew about the threats and her attempts to take me from the only parent I had left. The lawyer confirmed that Michael had preserved all correspondence regarding her attempted custody battles, causing Sammie’s composed mask to finally crack. I told her that while she was obsessed with bloodlines and control, Michael had chosen me every single day, and that love was the only thing that actually mattered.
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