Roxy
She knew my mom? What kind of relationship did they have?
“You knew my mom?” I whispered, barely able to get the words out. Jenna’s face softened as she watched me with curiosity and then gently shook her head.
“I still know her, dear. She visits me all the time. Your resemblance to her is remarkable—it can’t be a coincidence.”
My heart stopped for a moment as the weight of her words sank in. I shot up from the sofa, staring at her with wide eyes.
It was true. All of it. My mom was still alive.
A small part of me wanted to dismiss Jenna’s words, to brush them off as a product of grief clouding her reality. But the documents I’d found, the gut feeling I’d had ever since, told me otherwise. Jenna’s words only confirmed what I was too scared to admit to myself. If my mom was visiti
