“You are my daughter,” Mom said.
After some tears and some hugs, Sienna finally said, “Okay. I’ll do it.”
Two days later, we had the results. Sienna was not the biological daughter of my father and mother, and not my true sister. Because of her grief, Mom asked Sienna to stay a few days longer than planned, so they could affirm with each other and the family that Sienna still belonged here.
Looking at Sienna, despite all she had done, I could still see my little sister, so I agreed.
During this time, the days since we’d been home from Alpha Claude’s pack, my phone had been ringing off the hook.
Damien called at least six times every day. Three times in the morning, three times in the evening.
Sometimes I ignored it, sometimes I answered. This time, I picked up the phone.
“You have
