I walked through the snow with my newborn, believing we were broke—until my wealthy grandfather arrived and asked why I wasn’t driving the Mercedes.

every lie dressed up as concern.

Three months later, I stood on the balcony of my condo with Lily asleep against my shoulder while spring sunlight spread across the city.

The place was beautiful.

Mine.

Paid for in full.

Waiting for me the entire time.

Grandpa came every Sunday carrying flowers and singing lullabies that were remarkably bad.

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