“I’m not wasting the final years of my 20s raising someone else’s kids,” Jenna continued. “A foster family would be much better for you anyway. At least they’ll know how to deal with your… sadness. Now, when the final adoption interview is scheduled, I want you both to say that you want to leave. Understand?”
There was silence. Then a soft, choked sound.
“Don’t cry, Maya,” Jenna snapped. “I’m warning you. If you cry again, I’ll take your notebooks and throw them away. You need to grow up before you keep writing your silly stories in them.”
“But we don’t want to leave,” Maya whispered. “We want to stay with James. He’s the best brother in the world.”
I felt my stomach twist.
“You don’t get to want anything. Go do your homework, girls. Hopefully, you’ll be out of my hair in a few weeks, and I can go back to my wedding planning. Don’t worry, you’ll still be invited, of course. But don’t think that you’ll be… bridesmaids or anything.”
I heard footsteps, bare, quick, rushing up the stairs. Seconds later, the girls’ bedroom door shut too hard.
I stood there, holding my breath, the weight of her words sinking in. I couldn’t even move toward the kitchen. I didn’t want her to know I was there. I just needed to hear more. I needed to know more.
I needed to be sure before I reacted.
Then I heard Jenna again — her tone changing, like she’d flipped a switch, that’s how I knew she was on a call with one of her friends.
“They’re finally gone,” Jenna said. Her voice was light now, almost breathless, like she’d taken off a mask. “Karen, I swear I’m losing my mind. I have to play perfect mom all day. And it’s exhausting.”
She laughed softly, a sound I hadn’t heard from her in weeks. I wondered what Karen had said. There was a pause, then her tone turned sharper.
“He’s still dragging his feet on the wedding,” she continued. “I know it’s because of the girls. But once he adopts them, they’re legally his problem, not mine. That’s why I need them gone. We have an interview coming up with the social worker soon.”
I pressed my hand against the wall to steady myself.
“The house? The insurance money? It should be for us! I just need James to wake up and smell the coffee… and put my name on the deed. And after that, I don’t really care what happens to those girls. I’ll make their lives miserable until he gives in. And then this naïve man will think it was his idea all along.”
My breath caught in my throat. How was I going to marry this horrible woman?
“I’m not raising someone else’s leftovers, Karen,” she said. “I deserve so much more than this.”
I backed out through the front door and shut it quietly behind me. My hands were trembling.
Inside the car, I sat completely still. My reflection in the rearview mirror looked unfamiliar — pale, drawn, and furious.
It hit me all at once.
This wasn’t a slip or a moment of weakness. Jenna had been planning this for a while. Every time she packed a lunch or braided their hair, every word of praise she gave the girls was part of a strategy.
None of it had come from love.
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