I made my little sister’s graduation dress—after the ceremony, our parents’ attorney gave me an envelope that revealed a secret they left behind for me.

had legal custody.
My parents hid the truth, terrified Diane would return for the trust instead of the child.
I stared at Mia’s sleeping face until the page blurred in my hands.

Three days later, Diane walked into the café during my lunch shift.

The next morning, I called the number on the card.

“I read it.”

“Then you understand the urgency,” the attorney continue reading …