“She wasn’t your biological grandmother,” Desiree said gently.
I shook my head immediately. “No. That’s not. She raised me. She—”
“I know,” Desiree said quickly. “And she loved you. That part was real. Every bit of it.”
“Then what are you saying?”
Desiree took a slow breath.
“Years ago, your Nana found you.”
My mind went blank.
“Found me?”
“That part was real.”
“In the bushes,” Desiree said softly. “Near a walking path she used to take home. You were a baby, wrapped carefully, and you had that necklace around your neck.”
I stared at her.
“That’s not possible.”
“It is,” she said. “She brought you to me first. She didn’t know what to do. There was no note, no identification. Just you… and that necklace.”
I looked down, my heart pounding.
“That’s not possible.”
“She tried to find your family,” Desiree continued. “We both did. We checked reports, asked questions, and followed every lead we could. But nothing matched, especially without any details or even a name.”
“So she just… kept me?”
“She did everything properly,” Desiree said. “Legal channels. Paperwork. It took time, but eventually… You became hers.”
My throat tightened.
“Why didn’t she tell me?”
Desiree’s expression softened.
“Because she didn’t want you to feel like you didn’t belong.”
Silence filled the space between us.
“So she just… kept me?”
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