Too Unbothered to Be Evil

Summary

I was notorious throughout the family for being an Olympic-level deadbeat.

Every delivery driver within a five-mile radius knew about the motorized drop-box retrofitted into my front gate, installed purely because walking thirty feet to turn a doorknob felt like an offensive waste of human energy. I used to joke that I was a three-toed sloth in a past life. What I never anticipated was discovering that I wasn't actually my parents’ daughter.

Their real daughter had been snatched by a nanny when she was five years old, shuttled across three state lines, and finally recovered from the squalor…