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The last two were Jennifer and Lizzie.
I looked up.
“You never agreed to this.”
“No,” Jennifer said.
Lizzie leaned against the wall.
“We found it online this morning.”
“One of Graham’s daughters posted it.”
Jennifer pointed toward the page.
“Kayla didn’t come looking for daughters.”
Her voice was calm.
That explained the timing, but not the confidence. Kayla had arrived assuming two women she abandoned as infants would still cooperate on command without question.
The next morning, both girls came downstairs dressed for the country club.
I stared.
“Yes,” Jennifer said.
“Why?”
“Because I want to know what she told them.”
I shook my head.
Lizzie picked up her purse.
“It already was ugly. We just weren’t invited before.”
Then Jennifer looked at me.
“You’re coming too.”
“Grandma.”
“This is between you and Kayla.”
Lizzie smiled.
That was how I ended up at a country club wearing the same navy dress I’d worn to both girls’ high school graduation.
Kayla saw us almost immediately.
Her face went white.
Graham approached with an easy smile.
Jennifer extended her hand.
“I’m Jennifer.”
His expression brightened.
“Jennifer. Finally. I’ve heard so much about you.”
He shook her hand, then Lizzie’s.
Kayla rushed over.
He looked at me.
“And you are?”
Before Kayla could answer, Jennifer said, “This is our grandmother. She raised us.”
Graham nodded.
“No,” Jennifer said.
“Her husband’s mother.”
Something changed in Graham’s face.
Small, but immediate.
He looked at Kayla.
“You said your mother raised them.”