Tarot
I stared at the picture of Jenna and the dark-haired child standing next to her. There was no question in my mind—she was my daughter. Ruby had my mother’s light blue eyes, dimples, and magnetic smile.
“Cute, huh?” Hannah said.
My chest tightened and I suddenly found it difficult to talk. All I could think about was that I had a daughter. Someone who was a part of me. Someone I’d helped to create. “Yeah. She’s beautiful.”
“Ruby should be home soon. She takes the bus to school.”
“Can I keep this?” I asked, looking at Hannah.
Hannah shrugged. “Yeah, I guess.”
“So, how long did Jenna know that Ruby was mine?”
“I don’t know. She didn’t really say.”
I nodded. There was no point in getting angry about something that couldn’t be changed. And Jenna was dead. It was a waste of energ
