I raised my niece on my own — eight years later, she pointed at a woman in the next beach changing cubicle and whispered, “Aunty, look… she has my mark”

at him. “Did you know?”

“No, kiddo,” he said. “We all found out at the same time today.”

Ruth looked back at me. “Is she coming to live here?”

“No.”

“Am I going with her?”

“Did you know?”

“No.” I said it quickly, firm and clear. “This is your home. I’m your home. That doesn’t change tonight.”

Her shoulders eased slightly.

“Then what changes?”

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