I Thought the White String in My Egg Was Something Dangerous—The Truth Completely Surprised Me

the receiver, his eyes wide.

“Miss… the master has been searching for you for 20 years!”

My pulse spiked.

“Who are you calling?”

Before I could demand what that meant, a lock clicked behind the showroom.

The back door swung open.

And when I saw who stepped through, I gasped.

“Desiree?!”

She looked older, of course. Time had softened the edges of her face and continue reading …