LOGINMy eyes move around the room one last time, lingering on the crib, the tiny details I had so carefully put together, and I realize that I’ll have to change it. When she comes back, this room won’t work anymore. I’ll prepare something that fits a loved little girl and I will wait however long it take
After a while, I push myself up from the couch, restless and unsettled. Sitting there isn’t helping. If anything, it’s only making the thoughts louder. Making it harder to ignore them. I need to move, so I push myself up from the couch and start heading toward my room, but I don’t make it far befo
Lilly keeps glancing at me from the corner of her eye, like she’s trying to figure out if I’m okay without actually asking. Eventually, she gives in. “You good?” she asks, her voice softer than usual. I let out a slow breath, staring out the window as the city passes by in a blur. “It’s a lot
I don’t need Aunt Harper to tell me who the baby is. I already know. “He looks just like me,” I say without thinking. Lilly leans in. “Fuck, you two are practically twins.” “Language, Lilly,” Aunt Harper smiles softly. “But you’re right, and if I’d just opened this years back, we would have kno
“Obviously,” I reply, trying and failing not to smile. “I’m the wise one, period.” She rolls her eyes and continues driving. I glance back at her. “Do you have any idea what Aunt Harper wants to talk about?” “Nope,” she says easily. “But I have pretty good idea.” “Mind sharing?” “Can’t do,”
Just as I’m about to leave, my phone buzzes in my hand. I glance down, expecting it to be Aunt Harper, but instead, Lilly’s name flashes across the screen, followed by a text message. [I’m outside.] I frown slightly, surprised because I wasn’t expecting her to come all the way here. I thought we
Lilly answers on the third ring, her voice clipped. “What do you want?”“I need Sierra’s number,” I said flatly.Silence. Then, “Why?”“I have something to discuss with her.”Her tone sharpens instantly. “If this is about the pregnancy, Noah—”“It is,” I cut in.A tense pause, and then she threatens
Aunt Ava nods knowingly. “That’s what motherhood does. I was scared out of my mind when I found out I was pregnant with Noah, but you realize there’s someone depending on you completely. You pull your big girl panties on and do what it takes.”Her words sink deep, warm and steadying. I’d do anything
The table is alive with noise. Nolan’s telling some wild story about his soccer practice, Nova interrupting every other sentence to “correct” him, and my sisters are laughing their asses off.I try to listen, I really do, but my mom’s voice from earlier still pulses in my ears.The words are like a
Hi Loves, so I realized that I made a huge mistake and I'm sorry about that. I miscalculated the ages of the parents. Ava and the rest are supposed to be in their forties and not late fifties. I'm really sorry for that and I've already submitted the corrections to my editor. Hopefully it'll be fixed







