I found myself in my friend’s unfinished novel twelve years before it began. All the heroes are children, and according to the plot, I, the mother of the main villain, should no longer be alive...

Penelope Sinclair pestered and terrorized the main character in every possible way, and then paid dearly for it. Only the little girl, who sweetly calls me mom, is in no way suited to a negative role.

This script is in the firebox! I will not allow such a development of events! Creating a business from scratch is not a question! To rein in all the spiteful critics, we'll sort it out.

But who is the real father of my baby?