Her stepmother kicked her out. But she was hiding a fortune.
The night air was heavy. Raindrops clung to the clay-tinted walls like they too were afraid to fall. But inside the house, the storm had already broken.
“I said, get out.”
The words pierced the hallway like a dagger sharp and echoing.
Standing at the threshold, McKa, 16 years old, shoulders shaking, blinked back tears as her stepmother’s finger jabbed the air toward the street.
“You think we owe you anything? I’ve had enough of your sneaking around.”
Her stepmother, Clara, a tall, sharp-eyed white woman, stood in the doorway in her brown cotton dress, her face flushed with rage. Behind her, two small blonde children watched silently—Clara’s own. And just beyond them, standing further back in the glow of the kitchen light, was Joseph, McKa’s biological father. Silent, as always. McKa’s arms trembled beneath the weight of the blue plaid cushion she balanced on her head—a faded, patched object that looked like nothing more than a…..Read Full Story Here………………………….
