Chapter 21Seldom, very seldom, does complete truth belong to any human disclosure; seldom can it happen that something is not a little disguised or a little mistaken.
―Jane Austen, Emma
Jamie
Turning the corner, I am greeted by a chaotic ruckus. My people. They’re not all dressed in white as I saw them before, but in blues and greens, reds and browns.
Every single person who loves me most in this world (minus one) is here. My parents are holding hands, watching me with a mix of concern and tentative relief. The twins are chasing each other around my grandparents. Brigham and Christine are making goo-goo eyes at each other. Parker is rubbing Johanna’s stomach. Jeremy is frowning gloomily at Emma.
“Nice of you to show up,” Jenny remarks when she notices me.
“You’re welcome,” I reply.
