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

voice shook. “What are you doing here?”

Marla jumped, her eyes darting away. “Phoebe… I —”

Before she could finish, the woman in the navy coat stepped forward. “You must be Junie’s mother,” she said quietly. “I’m Suzanne. We… we need to talk.”

I stared at her, my fury and fear fighting for space.

“How long have you known, Suzanne?”

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