Chapter 2

They finally found my parents' biological daughter.

She lived in a run-down house. Her mother - my birth mother - had committed suicide years ago due to mental illness.

All that was left was an alcoholic, gambling addict father.

The day we arrived, he was grabbing his daughter's hair and slamming her head against the wall.

"I told you to go work the streets, why did you run away?!"

"You've been freeloading off me for years, time to earn your keep!"

"Useless, just like your crazy bitch of a mother!"

Dad cleared his throat at the door: "Ahem."

When the drunk realized the daughter he'd raised for years belonged to the wealthy man before him, his eyes lit up greedily.

"I raised her for 12 years, a full 12 years. $120,000 wouldn't be unreasonable, right?"

Turns out he wasn't my birth father either. My mom had remarried him when the real daughter was 4.

I had no idea who my birth father was.

After the tearful family reunion, the true daughter cried hard. Her gaze towards me changed from envy to hatred.

Mom took us home first.

Dad stayed behind to discuss "compensation" with that man.

I turned back and gave him a sympathetic look.

The man's greedy gaze grew stronger. Clearly he had no idea what was about to happen.

The true daughter, now renamed Daisy, sobbed in the car: "Why did it take you so long to come get me?!"

Thunder suddenly cracked across the sky as rain began to fall.

I answered for Mom: "Because it's raining today."

Rainy days make things easier to clean up.

Mom smiled, giving me an approving look.

Daisy paused, then continued crying.

Ten days later, when debt collectors came looking for that man, he had vanished.

Rumor had it he'd suddenly come into money and left the country. No one cared which sewers he'd been washed down.