My uncle left me $18 million and a house. My parents — the ones who sold me for $13,000 — showed up at the will reading like nothing ever happened. “We’re still your family,” my dad said with a fake smile. The lawyer didn’t say a word. He just pressed play on a recorder. Then their own voices filled the room — every word of the deal they made to sell me. Mom went pale. Dad froze. And for the first time in my life, *I didn’t feel small anymore.* When the heavy oak door opened, I didn’t expect to