“Daisy, did you know about this,” Amy asked.
“Only for a few days,” I admitted.
“And you didn’t tell me right away?” Amy started to cry. “The first thing I would’ve done was call you if I found out something like this about you.”
“Amy, it wasn’t my place to tell you,” I insisted. “After your dad told me, he said he would tell you himself.”
“Why did he tell you?” she asked.
I knew Amy wasn’t really mad at me. The news had been a big surprise for her. She was slowly processing and dealing with a new identity.
But I would have to tell her about the party. She wasn’t going to be happy until she knew every detail.
“I’m planning a surprise birthday party for you,” I said. “I called your dad from the beach to make sure he didn’t have other plans for your birthday, and he told me he wanted
