Family Is A Failed Investment

Summary

I was the true daughter, found after eighteen years, and the System was telling me to cause a scene.

My birth mother, Penelope, clutched the fake daughter, Brooke: “Even though you’re my blood, Brooke has been with us for eighteen years. We can’t just lose her.”

The System shrieked: [Quick! Flip the table! Call them out for blatant favoritism!]

I nodded. “That’s perfectly normal. Eighteen years of emotional investment versus eighteen years of biological probability. I’d choose the emotional investment, too. Blood is just science; attachment is a sunk cost.”

My mother froze.