Mia died on her eighteenth birthday—as her rich parents burst in, cheering: "You passed the hardship test. The poverty was fake." She'd died alone in a damp room, saving $137.50 for surgery, too selfless to take her own painkillers. But they'd already given everything meant for her to a white Pomeranian named Lily, even faking Dad's injury to test her. Believing Lily's lies that Mia was sulking, they waited—until the driver called to say she was gone. Mia never forgave them, until they knelt at her grave and begged her never to meet them again. Only then did she let go—toward a place where love needs no test.
