With a knife pressed to my throat, I signed the papers, "agreeing" to hand over the house and the car to Maia.After that, the family of three headed out laughing, off to toast their victory. Before leaving, they ordered me to pack my bags and clear out immediately.I moved through the house in a fog, picking through my things. But instead of packing to leave, I started tossing everything belonging to Bruno and Maia straight into the trash.For years, Maia had been stuck in bed, and every little thing she owned had been carefully chosen by me. I had even saved the baby bottle she used as a newborn.Back then, I honestly believed I was the happiest mother alive. My daughter might've been sick, but she'd survived under my care, and I thought we had a bright future ahead.Looking at it now, I realized just how completely I'd been fooled all these years.When I finished clearing out their belongings, the house felt lighter, almost fresh. I was already picturing a new layout when I he
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