“Orville! She killed our baby! And you’re telling me to accept her child?! That’s not moving on but stabbing me again and again and asking me to say thank you! Oh, my god, Orville, do you even hear yourself?!”
His whole body tensed, and the room fell into suffocating silence.
I followed his gaze—and that’s when I realized, ‘Oh, he didn’t come back alone.’
Standing in the doorway was my dear little criminal sister.
Three years later, here she was again.
She clung to our father’s sleeve, trying to peek out from behind him like a lost lamb. Her face was small and pale but glowing with that soft “motherly” innocence pregnancy gives a woman.
Meanwhile, I looked like I’d clawed my way out of hell—eyes swollen, face blotchy, even the fine lines around my eyes screaming heartbreak.
Seeing that criminal, I felt my chest rise with a wave of anger.
Orville gently pushed me aside and stood up.
“You didn’t wait for me. I told you I’d come pick you up.”
Blaire gave a shy smile and cast a glance my way.
“You said I’d get to meet my sister, remember? I couldn’t wait, so I begged Dad to bring me here.”
Then, as if she hadn’t just shattered my world, she walked up to me with those wide, watery eyes.
“You’re Presley, right? They told me you always loved me so much growing up…”
She tilted her head, frowning slightly, with a pitiful softness that made me want to scream.
“Too bad I hit my head and forgot everything… Isn’t that tragic?”
Looking at her, exactly the same delicate little act she used to put on, I couldn’t hold it in any longer. Rage boiled over, and I slapped her hand away.
“Get out! You monster! How dare you stand in front of me? You murdered my child—you’re a devil in disguise!”
She stumbled backward, nearly falling.
And of course—of course—Orville rushed to her side like some kind of knight in shining armor, wrapping his arms around her waist.
“Blairie! Did you hurt your back? Is your belly okay?”
Dad practically sprinted over to her too, fussing and fretting like she was made of glass.
“Quick, sit her on the couch!”
“I’ll call Dr. Haines!” Orville said in a panic. “I’ll have him come over right now!”
Blaire gave him a soft, saintly smile.
“I’m fine, Orville. Don’t worry.”
Then she turned to me, and the next second she was all tears and trembling lips.
“Presley… I don’t know what happened. Did I do something terrible before I lost my memory? If I did, let me apologize now, please…”