something unexpected happened: the lawyer called. My mother had left a hidden clause. By adopting Violet not for the money, but out of love, I had fulfilled the true terms of the will. The house—and the full inheritance—were mine. Later, I found a photo in Violet’s backpack with an address on the back. We visited it, uncovering the truth: Violet’s father, Victor
, had been a man my mother once loved. Before he died, he entrusted her with Violet. My mother had kept that promise—and now it was my turn. In the end, I didn’t just gain a home. I gained a daughter. Family isn’t always what you expect. Sometimes, it’s what you choose to fight for.