Riley.
As I walk into my mom and dad's room, I find her lying in bed with a book in hand. She looks up, and when she sees it's me, she says, “Rye.”
I smile and reply, “Hi, Mama.” She looks tired. Has she not been sleeping much? I move to the other side of the bed and climb in next to her.
Wrapping my arm around her waist, I cuddle up closer. She lets out a sigh. “I’m sorry, Princess. I didn’t mean it.”
“It’s okay, Mama. I forgive you.”
As we lay together for a while, she suddenly breaks the silence. “I’m very protective of your auntie, as you know, but there’s a reason for it.”
I look at her, curious. “Why?”
She sighs. “Well, your grandad and nan were not our real parents; we were adopted.”
My eyes widen. Why have I never been told this? For 27 years, I thought they were my real gr
