Watching My Family Flee from the Basement
Emma clung to our mother, sobbing, “Mom, Sophia’s been dead for years! I’m your only daughter!”
Our mother wrenched her hand free. Her eyes were cold. “What did you just say? You’re nothing but an abandoned baby I picked up at a refugee camp! I took you in and fed you, yet you actually think you're a lady of this house?”
Emma’s face went blank with shock. For the first time in ten years, our mother had torn off the mask.
Our father's voice rose, trembling with rage. “You’re just a stand-in. You’ll never be Sophia. Chief, we want a test. We demand a bloodline test!”