After My Parents Died, My Aunt Took Their Money and Gave Me Away – 20 Years Later, I Got Hired as Her Housekeeper

Diane's hand trembled as she reached for it. "Where did you get this?"

I straightened slowly, dusting cloth still in my hand. "You tell me."

"That's— That's my niece," she stammered.

"Your sister's daughter," I said quietly. "The one you said was wild and ungrateful."

She looked up sharply, her breath catching. "You… how did you—?"

"Because that little girl was me."

The silence that followed was thick enough to choke on. The only sounds were the faint hum of the refrigerator and the ticking of an ornate clock behind her.

Finally, she whispered, "No… no… that can't be."

"It can," I said evenly. "And it is." 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?"