THE CHOICE

“Please, Mom… don’t make me choose!”

“Don’t call me Mom. I’m not your mother anymore. I can’t let you call me that after you tried to kill my daughter.”

“Please…” I begged, kneeling before her.

She looked at me without an ounce of compassion. Then she said, “This object isn’t yours. Cláudia lied. But yes, it disappeared from my house. I bet she took it, knowing it was a family heirloom meant for Carly, my eldest daughter. Cláudia thought you deserved it. ...