I caught my son slipping his expensive dinner into our maid’s old bag. Furious, I demanded, “Why are you stealing from your own family?” He looked up with tears in his eyes and whispered, “Because she’s my real mom, and she only eats our leftovers.” My world spun as I looked at the hidden photo in her bag…
terribly sad. She sank into the leather guest chair, burying her face in her hands.
“When my sister walked out on you both…” Vanessa choked out, her voice muffled by her palms. “I promised myself I would fill the crater she left. I needed him to need me, Ethan. Because without being his savior, I don’t know what my purpose is.”
