Chapter 2 - The Girl No One Warned Me AboutThe next morning, while Emma was in the shower, I called the resort's front desk and eventually got transferred to a young woman named Paige from housekeeping.
"You're Emma's mom?"
"I am. I'm trying to reach Reese."
Silence on the line, just long enough to worry me. "Is she okay?" Paige finally asked.
"I don't know yet. How well did you know her?"
"We worked together. She was on my crew."
"And Emma?"
Another pause, longer this time. Then, quietly: "You really don't know, do you?"
"Know what?"
"Why Emma came here in the first place."
I went very still in my kitchen. "What do you mean?"
"Emma knew about Reese before she ever applied for the job. She was asking around about her the first week she got here."
My hand tightened around the phone.
"How did she know her?"
"I have no idea," Paige said.
I thanked her and hung up, standing in my kitchen with a feeling like the floor had shifted an inch to the left.
Emma hadn't met Reese at that resort by chance.
She'd taken the job to find her.
But why would my daughter drive three hours from home looking for one specific girl she'd never mentioned before that summer?
When Emma came downstairs, I was waiting.
"You knew Reese before you took that job."
She stopped in the doorway. "Mom —"
"You went looking for her. Tell me who she is."
"I promised I wouldn't."
"Then tell me why you were looking."
Her eyes filled fast. "Because of Dad."
I stared at her. Thomas had been gone five years.
"What does your father have to do with any of this?"
"I can't tell you yet."
"Then who can?"
Emma's voice dropped to almost nothing. "Vivian."
I hadn't heard that name spoken out loud in twenty years. It went through me like ice water.
"Is Reese Vivian's daughter?"
Emma wouldn't meet my eyes. That was answer enough.
Suddenly the baby upstairs didn't feel like the biggest secret in this house anymore. Whatever Emma had uncovered about her father had somehow led her straight back to the one woman I'd spent two decades trying to erase from my memory entirely.
"Where does Vivian live?"
"I promised Reese I wouldn't drag her into this."
"Emma."
She squeezed her eyes shut, and then she gave me the address.
It was in the same town Thomas and I had lived in during the first years of our marriage. The town we'd left abruptly and never once looked back toward.
The town I had sworn I would never see again.
The next morning I told Emma I had errands to run. She clearly didn't believe a word of it. She didn't stop me either.
A couple hours later, I was standing on the porch of a faded yellow house I hadn't seen in twenty years, knocking before I could talk myself out of it.
Vivian opened the door, and for one disorienting second, I was twenty-five again — pregnant, standing in my own bedroom doorway, watching my husband step back from a woman who wasn't supposed to be there.
That affair had almost ended my marriage. Maybe it was the pregnancy that kept me from leaving. Maybe I was just too afraid of raising a child alone. Whatever the reason, I'd given Thomas exactly one condition to save it: Vivian disappeared, completely, permanently. No calls. No messages. No accidental run-ins at the grocery store. Nothing.
A month later we packed up and started over somewhere she'd never find us.
Now she was standing in front of me again, twenty years older, her expression as guarded as mine.
"Denise."
"Vivian."
Neither of us bothered pretending to be glad to see the other.
"I'm looking for Reese," I said.
Something shifted behind Vivian's eyes. "How do you know my daughter?"
My daughter. The words hit harder than they should have.
"Emma went looking for her months ago."
Understanding spread slowly across Vivian's face. "You really don't know."
It was the second time in two days someone had said that to me like it should have been obvious.
"Know what?"
Vivian stepped back from the doorway like she needed the space between us. Then she said the words that split my whole understanding of my marriage down the middle.
"Reese is Thomas's."
I stared at her. "What?"
"He never knew. I never told him."
I could barely stand upright. Vivian kept talking, like now that the dam had broken there was no stopping it.
"Emma found my name in some old letters of his about six months ago. She reached out to Reese. They did a DNA test."
My knees actually buckled. I had to put a hand against the doorframe.
"That's why she took the job at that resort."
Vivian nodded once.
Emma had found out she had a half sister — and had known for six months without saying a single word to me.
"Has Reese called you recently?" I asked.
Vivian's jaw went tight. "Barely. We had a fight before she left."
"About what?"
She looked away. "She was pregnant."
"You knew?"
"Of course I knew."
"And what did you do?"
"I told her the truth. She's nineteen, broke, no stable place to live. She's in no position to raise a baby alone."
Something cold moved through my chest. "So what exactly did you expect her to do about that?"
Vivian crossed her arms. "If she couldn't support that child, I was going to find someone who could."
And there it was — every strange, terrified detail of the last two days snapping into a single, clear picture.
Emma hadn't taken anyone's baby.
She'd been hiding one — from her own grandmother.
That was why Reese hadn't gone home. That was why Emma had refused to say a single word to me.
Vivian was threatening to take that baby away from her.
"Do you know where she is?" Vivian asked.
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"No," I told her, and it was the truth.
But even if I had known, I understood in that moment I wouldn't have told her anyway.
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