I Came Home Early After Years of Working Late—and Saw My Daughter Saving Her Baby Brother.

Right now.”

Sabrina stepped forward quickly. “I’ll come. I’m his stepmother. They’ll have questions—”

“She’s not,” Mara’s voice came from the living room, shaky but clear enough to cut through everything. “She’s not our mother.”

The sentence wasn’t loud, but it was a line drawn in sand.

I held Sabrina’s gaze. “You’re staying here. Ruth is on her way.”

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