Older now, but unmistakable.
I gently released Junie’s hand. “Go on, baby.”
She ran off, calling goodbye, while Lizzy rushed toward her, already whispering secrets.
I walked across the grass, my pulse hammering.
“Marla?” My voice shook. “What are you doing here?”
She startled. “Phoebe… I—”
Before she could finish, the woman in the navy coat stepped forward.
“You must be Junie’s mother. I’m Suzanne. We need to talk.”
I stared at her. “How long have you known?”
Her face crumpled. “Two years. Lizzy needed blood after an accident. My husband and I weren’t matches. I started investigating… and found the altered records.”
“Two years,” I repeated. “You had two years to tell me
