My Family Turned Against Me When I Became a Private Detective, but a Teen Girl’s Case Changed Everything — Story of the Day

My family turned their backs on me when I left journalism to become a private detective. They saw it as a disgrace, and I started to wonder if they were right. No clients, no money, just regrets. But then a teenage girl walked into my office, searching for her mother—and her case changed everything.

I was sitting in my small, dimly lit office, sorting through the week’s mail. Bills, bills, bills, advertisements, more bills. The usual.

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I let out a heavy sigh and set the letters aside, covering my face with my hands.

I used to be a journalist—a successful one, I must say—but I always felt like it wasn’t enough.

Stories were always unfinished, truths half-exposed, and justice left waiting. So, at 42, I quit my job and decided to become a private detective.

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It was something that truly interested me, something I had always wanted to do.

My family didn’t support me. They tried to talk me out of it, but when they realized my mind was made up, they turned their backs on me.

My husband finally had a reason to leave me for a younger woman—one with shinier hair, fewer wrinkles, and, I assumed, fewer opinions.

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And my daughter? She cut me out of her life completely. She saw being a private detective as disgraceful—especially when compared to the prestige of journalism.

Of course, it hurt. But the longer I worked as a private detective, the more I started to wonder if they had been right.

I hadn’t had a new client in nearly three months, and I had plenty of debt. People didn’t believe in a female private investigator.

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Men were assumed to be better at solving cases—stronger, sharper, tougher. As if intuition, patience, and persistence didn’t count.

Suddenly, even surprisingly, I heard a hesitant knock at the door. I straightened up, quickly smoothing my hair and shoving the pile of bills into a drawer.

“Come in!” I called out.

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The doorknob turned slowly, and the door creaked open. A girl, about fifteen, stepped inside.

She hesitated, shifting her weight from foot to foot. Her clothes were too small—cheap, second-hand, sleeves of her sweater jagged as if they’d been cut off.

“How can I help you?” I asked, motioning to the chair across from my desk.

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She sat down carefully, pulling her sleeves over her hands, her long, unkempt hair kept falling into her face. She brushed it away absently, over and over.

One thing was clear—she didn’t have a mother. I had taught my daughter how to braid her hair when she was six. This girl had no idea what to do with hers.

“My name is Emily,” she said, her voice quiet but firm. “I’m an orphan. I need your help to find my mother.”

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I studied her face. She looked nervous, but her eyes held something else—determination.

“She gave you up?” I asked.

Emily nodded. “Yes. I don’t know anything about her. Not her name, not what she looks like. Nothing.”

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She swallowed hard. “I’m fifteen now. No one is going to adopt me at this point. But I want to find her. I just want to see her. I need to understand why she left me.”

Her words stung. No child should feel unwanted. No child should wonder why they weren’t enough.

“I’ll need something to go on,” I said, reaching for my notebook.

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Emily sat up straighter. “I was born in this town. I’ve never moved, never been sent anywhere else.” She took a breath. “My birthday is February 15, 2009.”

I jotted it down.

“Is that enough?” she asked, her fingers gripping the edge of her sweater.

“I’ll do everything I can,” I promised.

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She hesitated, then pulled a few crumpled bills from her pocket. “I have some money, but not much.”

It wasn’t even close to what I needed, but that didn’t matter.

“If I find her, then you can pay me,” I said.

Her lips trembled. “Thank you.”

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She stood to leave.

“Wait. How can I find you?” I asked.

She scribbled an address and handed it to me. “My foster home. I’ll be there.”

I nodded, and she walked out.

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The next morning, I wasted no time. It had been a long time since I had worked on a real case.

Even though I knew I wouldn’t make any money from this one—I couldn’t, in good conscience, take money from an orphan—it still felt good to have a purpose.

The first place I went was the hospital. Our town had only one, which made things easier.

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If Emily’s mother had given birth there, the records would be somewhere inside.

One advantage of my former job was that I had connections everywhere. The hospital was no exception.

I knew exactly who to talk to—Camilla. She had been a nurse for years, and we had met back when I was covering a story about harassment in hospitals.

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She had been a source then. Since that day, she’d been a friend. As soon as she spotted me, she put down her clipboard and grinned.

“Sara!” she said, pulling me into a quick hug. “What brings you here? Please don’t say trouble.”

“I need your help,” I said, leaning in slightly.

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Camilla raised an eyebrow. “Of course you do. You never just stop by to visit an old friend, do you?”

I crossed my arms. “You were literally at my house for dinner last week.”

She smirked. “Fine. What do you need?”

“Birth records. February 15, 2009.”

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She blinked. “That’s specific. Should I be worried?”

“Nothing illegal. I just need to find a name.”

Camilla folded her arms. “That’s doable, but make it fast.”

I hesitated. “The baby was given up, probably in secret.”

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Her expression changed. “Sara, you know I can’t just hand you confidential records.”

“Please,” I said. “Just a quick look. No one will even notice.”

She studied me, then sighed. “You have ten minutes.”

I smiled. “Thank you. I owe you.”

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She rolled her eyes. “You owe me for life.”

She led me through a narrow hallway to the hospital archives. The air smelled of dust and old paper.

Camilla pulled out a thick folder labeled 2009 – Abandoned Newborns and handed it to me.

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“Be quick,” she whispered.

I flipped through the pages, my fingers trembling. February 15. My eyes locked on the mother’s name. My breath caught.

No. This couldn’t be real.

I shoved the file back and hurried out.

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Camilla stood by the door. “Sara, you’re as pale as a ghost. What happened?”

“I’ll explain later,” I muttered, pushing past her. I needed air.

I stood outside a house I had never seen before. The air felt heavy, pressing down on me.

Emily’s case had become the hardest of my career. Too personal. Too close.

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I stared at the door. My hands felt numb. I couldn’t bring myself to ring the bell.

I took a breath and reached for the doorbell. My hand hovered over it. I could still turn around, pretend I never came. But that wasn’t an option. Not for Emily.

I pressed the button. The chime echoed inside. Footsteps approached.

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The door opened, and I saw her.

Her face paled. Her lips parted in shock. “Mom?”

I swallowed hard. My throat felt tight. “Hi.”

Meredith blinked. Her fingers tightened around the edge of the door. “What are you doing here? I thought I made it clear—I don’t want to see you.”

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I met her gaze. “I wouldn’t have come if this were about me.”

Her eyes darkened. “Then why are you here?”

I took a deep breath. “For your daughter.”

The color drained from her face. Her whole body tensed. “How… how did you—” She couldn’t finish.

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Her breath hitched. Tears filled her eyes. Then, without a word, she stepped aside and let me in.

The kitchen was small but neat. She moved stiffly, as if her body wasn’t sure what to do. She pulled out a chair and sat down.

I stayed standing for a moment, then sat across from her. Silence filled the space between us.

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“Her name is Emily, if you’re wondering,” I said. “No one ever adopted her. She’s been living with foster families. She came to me to find her mother, but I never imagined—”

Meredith squeezed her hands together. “Please stop,” she whispered.

I waited.

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“I have regretted it my whole life,” she said, her voice breaking. “I tried to forget. I told myself it was the best thing. That she’d have a better life without me. And now you show up out of nowhere to remind me what a terrible person I am.”

“You’re not terrible. You were a child yourself when she was born. I just don’t understand how you hid it. How did your father and I not know?”

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“I wore loose clothes. My belly wasn’t that big. And I planned to give birth in another town, but you and Dad went abroad for your work right before it happened. So it all worked out,” she said.

“Tell her I couldn’t be found,” Meredith said suddenly.

“Why?” I asked. “Meredith, I’m a mother too. I know what it’s like to lose a child. Nothing is more painful than that.”

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She lowered her gaze. Her voice trembled. “How can I face her? She’ll hate me.”

I let her words hang in the air. “Maybe,” I admitted. “But even so, she wanted to find you. That means something.”

Meredith wiped at her eyes. “What if she doesn’t want me?”

“She wants answers. She wants to know where she came from. You owe her that.”

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She looked away. I knew she resented me. But I reminded myself—this wasn’t about us. It was about Emily.

“I have her address,” I said. “Do you want to see her?”

Meredith hesitated. Then, slowly, she nodded.

We drove in silence. The streetlights flickered as we passed. When we reached the house, Meredith didn’t move. Her fingers dug into her lap.

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“Aren’t you coming?” she asked.

I shook my head. “This is between you two.”

She looked down. Her voice broke. “Mom… I regret cutting you out. I was ashamed.”

I turned to her. “You are my daughter. No matter what, I will always love you.”

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Her face crumpled, and she reached for me. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her the way I had when she was little.

“What you’re doing is important,” she whispered. “People like Emily need you.”

I smiled, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

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Then she stepped out, walked to the door, and knocked.

A moment later, Emily appeared. They stared at each other. Then Meredith took a breath. Emily took a step forward.

They talked. They cried. And then Emily wrapped her arms around her mother.

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Donna Mills became a mom at 54 & found new love at 60 – At 82 she’s still an iconic blonde & looks radiant

Actress Donna Mills is one of those women who are gifted with exceptional beauty. No matter how many years pass by, they still look as gorgeous as ever.Her looks, along with her talent, helped Mills become a household name. From the moment she landed a role on the CBS daytime soap opera The Secret Storm in 1966, it was obvious she was meant for great things. As all eyes were on her, her career skyrocketed with the iconic role of scheming, manipulative vixen Abby Cunningham on the long-running primetime soap opera Knots Landing and a major recurring guest-starring role in the popular soap opera General Hospital.

At the same time as her career blossomed, Mills was also trying to find love. Eventually, she started a relationship with guitarist Richard Holland, the ex-husband of singer Chaka Khan with whom he had a son, Damian. Many believed that Mills and Holland made a somewhat odd couple as their personalities were very different. She perceived herself as an active and motivated go-getter, while Holland rarely found motivation to do things. Those close to him always described him as laid back.The public even believed that he was with her for her money and the comfort she provided for him. Shortly after they started a relationship, Holland settled with Mills in her $1.5 million mansion where she prepared a room for his son who visited them and sometimes stayed with them over the weekends.

The two stayed together and she always considered their relationship “turbulent.” During the 20 years they were going on and off, they never started a family or had a child on their own.Mills was way too busy building her career and never felt like something was missing in her life, until she reached 54 and decided she wanted to become a mother. Many criticized her decision, saying it was late for her to embark on such a journey as parenthood, but Mills was determined to have a child. In 1994, at the height of her acting career, Mills adopted daughter Chloe, who was just four days old.The role of a mother was so fitting to Mills that she made a shocking decision to put her career on hold and focus on raising her baby girl.Even today, 28 years after Chloe entered her life, their mother-daughter bond is as strong as ever.Chloe is a celebrity in her own right. She is an influencer and a model, as well as a member of the popular California-based arts, politics and media club Soho House. She’s dating musician Bailey Joshua.Just like her daughter, Mills found love herself. Although her relationship with Holland was an unstable one, the Knots Landing star never lost hope of falling in love again. For the last 20 years, she’s been together with another Hollywood star, actor and producer Larry Gilman, whom she describes as her soul mate.He is best known for his roles in the television series Texas Rangers between 1980 to 1981, the feature film Secrets, and the popular CBS war comedy-drama television series, M*A*S*H.In 2015, he surprised her with a vineyard.

Recently, Mills posed alongside two other stars of her kind, Linda Gray and Joan Collins. The three 80s lead women appeared radiant and glowing, leaving their fans in awe.It’s safe to say that the three actresses defy age.The trio had come together for a magazine shoot, as was evident from Mills’ caption, which read:“What a delight working with these lovely ladies. Thank you Hello Magazine @hellomag for a terrific story in your latest issue.”Mills was dressed in a sparkling pink outfit, while Collins stunned in a gorgeous black dress and Gray opted for a shimmery gray and silver attire.As expected, the post attracted the attention of many who dubbed the three ladies “icons,” “soap queens,” and “legends.”

“Dallas, Dynasty & Knots Landing in one frame. These Iconic ladies made those shows!” a fan wrote.