Kelly
Everything had been leading to this moment. And now, Susan and I finally had enough. Enough to confront Mrs. Kim.
We sat in Susan’s car, parked a safe distance away, watching through the windshield as Kate stood outside a café, talking with Mrs. Kim. I couldn’t hear them, but their body language told me plenty.
Kate’s arms were crossed, her face tight with frustration. Mrs. Kim, as composed as ever, gestured lightly, her expression unreadable.
Susan clenched the steering wheel. “I knew it. Kate knows something we don’t”
I swallowed hard. “The real question is… does she actually know?”
Susan exhaled sharply. “We need to find out.”
I nodded, my stomach twisting.
We’d uncovered enough to demand answers. The DNA results. The inconsistencies in Susan’s adoption. The
