The words landed harder than I could explain.
I told her that families could have many people who loved one another. I reminded her that Sarah was important and that she never needed to feel guilty for loving her.
Then I kissed her forehead.
“Good night, baby.”
I walked out calmly, closed the door, and made it to my bedroom before I fell apart.
I cried into my pillow until my head hurt.
For months, I had blamed myself for being jealous.
But that night, another possibility finally entered my mind.
What if this was not only jealousy?
What if something had been happening while I was too ashamed to look closely?
I Began Replaying Everything
The following morning, I stopped dismissing my instincts.
I thought about the science fair project Sarah had already helped Emma complete before I even knew the due date.
I remembered the Halloween costume Sarah had ordered weeks before I planned to take Emma shopping.
