“The Thorne and Associates firm is also mine.” Martha continued while checking the walls. “I put up the money to get David started, and I have already spoken with my lawyer.”
She told me that I did not know how to handle any of this and that it was best if I just signed what they sent me without making a scene. I asked her about Zoey in a voice that did not even sound like my own.
Martha made a gesture of annoyance without even looking at the drawings stuck to the refrigerator. “You will figure it out because I have already raised my children and do not intend to take on another man’s daughter.”
I felt the air turn to a knife as she spoke those cold words. Zoey was not David’s biological daughter, but he was the most stubborn and noble man I had ever seen when he decided to love her as his own.
He taught her to ride a bike and lulled her to sleep with his favorite songs until his very last day. For Martha, however, my daughter was always a stain on the Thorne family name.