My name is Cindy Peterson. My mother, Sophie Sherman (Peterson), was born in 1947. She was 16 years old when she gave birth to me, fell down some stairs, and died shortly thereafter in 1963. Her husband (Mr. Peterson, I presume) could not be found. When my mother lost consciousness, the nurses named me Cindy after Cinderella. Decades later, my father—her husband—remains unaccounted for.
I grew up in an orphanage and felt abandoned on the doorstep of the wrong planet. However, when I became the last surviving family member, I unexpectedly inherited a sizable sum from Walters Sherman, Sophie’s wealthy father and my grandfather.
