Her reply shocked me.“Why would I pass things to you? What’s the point? You’re the end of the line.”Those words stung deeply. For a moment, it felt like the ground had been pulled out from beneath me. I wasn’t just being excluded from an inheritance—I was being told I didn’t count, that my life had less value because I couldn’t have children naturally.I sat in silence, holding back tears. But then, slowly, I reached into my bag and pulled out an envelope. Without saying a word, I handed it to her.She opened it, and her eyes froze. Inside were adoption papers.
