We are here." The driver stopped in front of a mansion in the upper east of New York.
Molly stepped out of the car, staring at a home that should have been hers. A home she lost. Tears prickled her cheeks, and her lips curves in disgust.
"I don't know if I can do this." She mumbled underneath her breath, trying the curb in the tension that was slowly creeping into her heart.
It was the exact words she was struggling to ignore. The words that have been chiming in her head making her feel like she don't deserve this sudden 'miracle' as she calls it.
But it was hers. It was always hers to begin with.
Every stride towards the mansion's gate, her eyes were scrutinizing the elegant structure and fancy cars, with servants more than the staff at a standard departmental store as she thought-
"How wealthy are these people? I mean my parents."
At least that's what the DNA test said. But she could never get used to calling them that-
