Macy took Will to her parents' house the next morning, her body heavy and uncomfortable from carrying the twins. Graeme helped her out of the car, his jaw tight with tension as they approached the front door of the Richards' home.
Eleanor Richards opened the door before they could knock, her face bright with forced cheer. "Oh, sweetheart! Come in, come in. Let me help you."
But as they stepped through the doorway into the living room, Macy stopped dead. They saw Annette sitting on the couch, casually watching TV with a smile on her face, as comfortable as if she owned the place.
Macy began to panic, her chest tightening. She took a few steps back, nearly losing her balance. "What is she doing here?"
"Macy, sweetheart—" Her mother immediately supported her, grabbing her arm to steady he
