The day the parents who left me at 16 walked into my uncle’s will reading like they already owned his millions "Relax, Anna," my mother said. The sound of her voice in that quiet room felt like a violation. We were in a glass tower downtown, reading my uncle’s will, and she leaned back in her leather chair like a queen holding court in a kingdom she never built. My father nodded beside her, a soft smile on his face, already spending the money in his head. My hands were cold in my lap. My heart w