Tears blurred my vision.
I felt abandoned in the worst moment of my life.
My ex was gone. My parents were more concerned with the TV schedule than the fact that their daughter was kneeling on their carpet, trying not to scream as she brought a human into the world.
I was halfway through another contraction when headlights flashed across the front window.
A sleek black limousine rolled to a stop at the curb.
My mother snorted. “Who on earth…? Did you order a parade, Anna?”
My father finally lowered the top of his paper, frowning.
“That’s got to be a wrong address,” he muttered. “Nobody we know drives in that kind of circus.”
We watched as the driver stepped out, walked to the rear door, and opened it with a practiced, respectful motion.
My mother’s smirk faded.
The figure who stepped out made them go completely still.
For the first time all night, my father’s paper slipped from his hand.
Because standing at the edge of our walkway in a tailored coat and heels, looking straight at the house she’d sworn never to enter again—
was my mother’s estranged sister.
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