The Next Morning Brings More Questions Than Answers
Vanessa awoke to voices. Soft, urgent, and unfamiliar.
She pushed the covers back and followed the sound to the living room.
Vanessa’s voice was firm. “Is this the baby’s mother?”
The woman turned, startled. “Oh—no! I promise, it’s not what it looks like.”
Eric stood quickly. “Vanessa, this is Mariah. She’s not who you think.”
“Then explain,” Vanessa snapped. “Because right now, it looks like you had a baby while I was gone.”
Eric held up his hands. “I didn’t cheat on you. I swear. Mariah… might be my sister.”
A Hidden Past and a Long-Lost Connection
Vanessa blinked. “Your sister?”
Eric nodded. “We met a couple of weeks ago—randomly, at the grocery store. We started talking. Something just… clicked. We both grew up in foster care. The stories lined up. We’re waiting on DNA results, but it all makes sense.”
Mariah added gently, “I remember a boy from my old group home who was quiet, kind… I always wondered what happened to him. When I met Eric, it felt like I’d found that boy again.”Continue reading…