Nala
I wanted to tell Uncle Mike to shut up. He wasn’t helping; his outburst was only making things worse. If Annabel had any doubts, Uncle Mike’s aggressive stance would only make her retreat further into denial. And frankly, he had no right to speak about loyalty when he and his wife had treated me like I was nothing more than a burden. But he was right about one thing: our parents never would have given us up. Not willingly.
“Who are you?” Annabel asked sharply, her gaze narrowing as she took in Uncle Mike’s towering figure. The way her eyes flashed, I could tell she didn’t like him, and I couldn’t blame her.
“That’s Uncle Mike,” I said softly, hoping to ease the tension. “He’s our father’s younger brother.”
Annabel frowned, her expression sceptical and guarded. “So… what about your
