I know,” I’d replied, tears in my eyes, “but if I block them, it’ll just explode into something worse. I’m trying to stay neutral for Liam’s sake.”

A few days later, Brenda and Tara called together, their voices a sharp, layered assault. “I raised you, fed you, and now you turn your back on us,” Brenda said. Tara jumped in, “You’re not the only one with dreams, Madison! We’re struggling, and you’re swimming in cash like you’re royalty!”

I took a deep breath, trying to keep my voice calm for the baby’s sake. “This isn’t about royalty. It’s about protecting my son. This money isn’t a luxury; it’s a safety net for medical emergencies.”