My mom ran off and left 7 of us to starve. When she returned to steal our house, my sister recognized the man standing beside her.
PART 2: The sickening truth about my mom's new man.
...my sister dropped the notepad because she recognized him before any of us did.
It was Mr. Vance.
He was the owner of the downtown commercial cleaning company. The exact same man who had been handing my exhausted eighteen-year-old sister a heavy mop every single night. The man who paid her pennies under the table because he knew she was desperate.
He had watched my sister work herself to the bone, smelling like bleach and crying from exhaustion, all while he was sleeping with our mother and helping her run away.
Lucy’s face went from pale to a shade of red I had never seen before. Her whole body trembled as she stepped onto the porch.
"You," Lucy whispered, her voice shaking with pure venom. "You knew. Every single night I scrubbed your floors to feed my siblings, you knew where my mother was."
Mr. Vance didn't even have the decency to look ashamed. He just adjusted his suit and smirked.
They hadn't come back to help us. They had come back to claim the house. The house was legally in our late grandfather’s name, and my mother knew that if we were taken by the state and put into the
foster system, she could legally sell the property and pocket the cash for her new life with Vance. They had specifically timed this with the social worker’s arrival.
"Pack your things, kids," my mother said from behind her sunglasses, not even looking at the baby in Lucy's arms. "The state is taking over now."
Mr. Vance took a step onto our porch, looking down at my sister like she was nothing. "You heard her, Lucy. Time to go."
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But Vance’s smirk slowly vanished when he realized my sister wasn't stepping back.
And then he noticed the people standing behind her.
