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I pulled out a picture from my wallet of my mother smiling as she held me. She looked exhausted but so happy. It was the only picture I had of her.
“This is a picture of my mother when she had me. She was twenty-three here, but you’ll see why I think you’re all right when I say, you’re my sisters. We’ll get DNA done to support our suspicions and for my lawyer,” I said as I handed Emily the picture.
They all, including Misty, leaned towards Emily and looked at the picture. Misty inhaled sharply and the twins and Emily’s jaws dropped open.
“That’s us, when we were twenty-three,” Evie said, pointing between her and April.
“Me too,” Emily whispered.
“It is also the same with our sisters Sharon and Brittney. I met Brittney when she was twenty-three. She was pregnant with our
