I took a step closer, lowering my voice. “You stole everything my parents left me. You sold our house, took their insurance money, and left me in foster care. I remember crying for you to come back. You never did.”
Her eyes filled with tears. “Why are you here?” she whispered. “What do you want from me?”
I held her gaze. “To see the kind of woman you’ve become. And to show you the kind of woman I’ve become despite you.”
She swallowed hard. “You came here to humiliate me.”
“No,” I said softly. “I came to remind you that you don’t get to rewrite the past.”
Her voice trembled as she stood, clutching the back of the sofa. “You think you’re better than me?”
I smiled faintly. “No. But I learned how to earn everything you tried to steal.”
“You shouldn’t have come here,” she said.
“Maybe not,” I said, picking up my cleaning caddy. “But I’m glad I did.”
As I reached the door, I turned back one last time.
