Five years ago, my world shattered when I discovered my sister had been having an affair with my husband. Heartbroken and betrayed, I left them both behind, determined to rebuild my life from the ground up. I never expected to hear from either of them again.
But then, out of the blue, my sister called and asked me something that made my blood run cold...
The day started like any other, with the mundane routine of morning coffee and emails. The phone rang, and seeing my sister's name on the screen was a jolt. I hadn't heard from her in five years. My finger hovered over the accept button, a mix of curiosity and dread swirling in my chest. Finally, I answered, bracing myself for whatever was to come.
Jenna’s voice was shaky, almost unrecognizable. She stumbled through a greeting before the words tumbled out in a rush. "I need your help," she said, the desperation clear. My heart hardened, memories of betrayal flashing through my mind. "Why would I help you?" I asked, unable to hide the bitterness.
Jenna paused, her silence heavy. She took a deep breath, as if steadying herself. "It's about my child," she finally said, her voice breaking. The words hit me like a punch to the gut. My mind raced, trying to process what she had just revealed. I never even knew that she’d had a baby, that I had a niece or nephew. I felt a mix of confusion and anger bubbling up inside me.
"Your child!?" I echoed, struggling to keep my voice steady. Jenna quickly explained that she had a young daughter, and she was unable to care for her any longer. She didn’t go into much detail, but the sorrow in her voice was palpable. My anger mixed with a surge of concern for an innocent child. I didn't know whether to believe Jenna, or whether to hang up the phone...