Millie's POV
The scary car stopped really fast and I bumped my head.
"Ow!" I rubbed the sore spot and looked around. We weren't at home anymore. We were in a place I didn't know, with big buildings and lots of cars.
The lady who took me from Mrs. Rodriguez wasn't being nice anymore. She had grabbed me when Mrs. Rodriguez was making lunch and said we were going for a fun ride. But this wasn't fun at all.
"Get out," the lady said in a mean voice.
"I want to go home," I whispered. "I want my daddy."
"Your daddy isn't your real daddy," she said, pulling me out of the car. "And I'm going to prove it."
I started crying. I didn't understand why everyone kept saying Daddy wasn't my real daddy. He loved me. He read me stories and made me pancakes and tucked me in at night. That's what real dads do.
The lady dragged me into a big building. Inside, there were lots of people in fancy clothes sat around a long table. They all looked at me like I was some kind of toy in a store window.
