“Lorinda, why don’t you come home with me?”
Davis watched her, eyes full of warmth. “Your brother’s waiting for you at the house, and I’ve already had people prepare all your favorite foods.”
Latonia nodded so quickly it was almost funny. “We want you and your child to come home with Mom and Dad.”
Lorinda had never tried to hide her child.
When Davis found out Lorinda had become a mother on her own, it only made his heart ache more. He blamed himself for not being there to protect her all those years.
“I… I’m sorry. I still feel awkward. I can’t change how I address you guys yet.”
Lorinda was willing to accept them, but she just couldn’t get the words ‘Mom’ and ‘Dad’ out.
“That’s alright,” Latonia said gently. “Take your time. We’re finally together. We have all the time in the world.”
A flicker of disappointment passed over Latonia’s face, but she quickly smoothed it away. She was Lorinda’s mother, and Lorinda was a part of her, but after more than twenty years apart, it was hard to picture what her daughter had really become. To Lorinda, ‘mother’ was just a word—something distant and nearly foreign.
“Yeah. No rush,” Davis agreed.
He glanced around at the room, pausing briefly when his gaze landed on Catherine, his brow furrowing. Then he said, “Lorinda, if there’s something you want to talk about, let’s talk at home.”
Latonia chimed in, “What about your baby?”
“He’s still sleeping, the nanny’s with him,” Lorinda replied, pointing to a closed door at the end of the hallway. “I’d just like to talk to you both for a minute first.”
Latonia had been about to go see the baby, but she stopped and glanced at Davis. They shared a look, then turned together to Lorinda.
“Go ahead,” Davis said, though neither he nor Latonia sat down. You could tell they were restless, eager to take Lorinda home without lingering here.
“Why not?”
Lorinda didn’t try to argue with Catherine. Instead, she looked straight at Latonia. “All those years you weren’t around, Catherine and I were always together. She’s not ‘like’ a sister to me. She is my sister.”
“Lorinda…” Latonia’s lips parted. She looked like she wanted to say something, but didn’t know where to start.
Davis stepped in. “Lorinda, listen. We want to move abroad together. Catherine’s job is here, so moving isn’t really an option for her.”
Lorinda stared at him. “Move abroad? Why?”
“We have our reasons…”
“What reasons?” Lorinda pushed back. “You believed I was dead for years. There’s got to be someone behind all of this, someone who kept us apart for more than twenty years. Why would you want to just run away? Don’t you want to find out the truth about what happened back then?”

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