I hated those words.

Still better than false promises.

PART 30 — EMMA

Daisy’s biological mother had died when Daisy was two.

I had never tried to replace her.

Her photograph remained in Daisy’s bedroom.

Every year on Emma’s birthday, we looked through an album.

Gabriel had once loved that about me.

Later, during fights, he weaponized biology.

“She isn’t yours.”