The Littlest Prosecutor
Language: en
"I'm going to sue you." At the Vance family dinner, six-year-old me gripped my spoon tightly and looked right at my stepmother. My oldest uncle, Liam, chuckled. "Three generations of lawyers in the Vance family, and even the six-year-old has caught the bug." I was the only one who knew I wasn't joking. I didn't talk much, but I had a memory like a steel trap. When my stepmother first moved in, she praised me in front of everyone, calling me an angel. "Mia is so well-behaved. Here, sweetie, have a piece of candy." But when she cornered me in the hallway later, she snatched the candy…