Because the girls had figured out the whole scheme. And they’d written it down. The truth: that Kayla abandoned two infants months after their father died, called to say she wanted a « better life » without them, and never contacted them once in twenty years — until she needed them for a photo to protect her marriage into a family that valued exactly the kind of devotion she’d never shown.
« We know why you’re here, Kayla, » the note said. « It’s not us. It’s the photo. It’s your husband’s family. You need us to be your fairy tale.
So here’s the deal we’re offering, and it’s the only one: leave now, and never contact us again, and we’ll stay quiet.
But if you ever try to use us — if you ever put us in a photo, tell your family we’re your loving daughters, or spin one more lie with our faces in it — we will send this entire truth, with dates and documents, to the foundation and to your husband. Every bit of it. The abandonment. The phone call. The twenty years of nothing.
You came back to rent your abandoned children as props to secure a rich man’s approval.
We are not for rent.
And the woman who actually raised us is standing right behind you, and you walked past her like she was nothing, and that told us everything we ever needed to know about whether we chose right.
We choose Grandma.
We always did.
Now get out of her house. »
