I Tracked Down My Foster Sister to Take Back What She Stole 10 Years Ago but the Truth Wasn’t What I Expected

I rang the doorbell, and a familiar-looking girl answered. She led me to her mom, Nina, who bristled when she saw me with Belinda. Nina had raised Belinda’s daughter, Daisy, after I couldn’t. Tensions rose until Harold’s arrival shocked Nina into collapse. At the hospital, she survived surgery, and I donated blood. Nina clung to Daisy, fearing loss, but agreed to mend things with Belinda and stay with Harold. Two weeks later, their home was lively—until my ex, Patrick, showed up with flowers, claiming he’d “found me.” His chaos sparked unease, and Scooter hinted at a new mystery as I sighed.