charming, elegant, and adored.
Ironically, I occasionally support her financially.
Quietly.
Without expecting recognition.
That’s always been my role.
I cover birthdays, travel expenses, and even the occasional broken water heater at my parents’ house.
The family assumes Jenna is doing well, so Jenna can pay.
They treat my income as communal property and my opinions as unwanted messages.
Then came Ava.
My daughter.
My whole heart.
She’s like me, only braver.
She has unusual interests and never apologizes for them.
Her hands are constantly dusted with flour or sticky
