I blew out the candles. I did not make a wish. I did not need to. Everything I had spent sixteen years begging for had been replaced by something better.
I had truth. I had my mother’s legacy. I had Eleanor. I had a future that belonged to me.
My name is Sierra Holloway. My father signed me away. And in doing so, he accidentally gave me back my life.
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction created for entertainment purposes. Any resemblance to real persons, events, or places is coincidental.