Amelia’s POV
The entire courtyard seemed to hold its breath in response to the girls calling me Mom, but most of the tension seemed to exude from behind me, where my parents and Jake were exiting the vehicle.
“Girls!” Mom called, rushing forward. She seemed confident around them, cool, like she had seen them before. Not just that, but that she also had a relationship with the girls. A familiarity, like they had not just interacted before but also truly spent time together.
“Grammy!” the girls said. They smiled at Mom but seemed hesitant to remove themselves from my legs. One of the girls asked, “Do you know Mommy?”
“I’m sorry, Stacy,” Mom said, speaking to one of the girls, “But this isn’t your mother. This is your mother’s sister. Her name is Annette. But they do look alike, don’t the
