#Chapter 89: The Blanket and the Photograph

Nina My eyes widened at my mother’s words. “What?” I asked, momentarily pulling away from Taylor as my hands started to shake. “How do you--” My mother sighed and bowed her head. She was silent for several long moments that felt like an eternity before looking back up at me with tears in her eyes and speaking again. “There’s so much I haven’t told you, Nina,” she said. She patted the seat next to her. I stood there for a few moments, blinking incredulously, before slowly and warily sitting down. My mother turned toward me in her chair and took both of my shaking hands, squeezing them gently as she leaned closer to me. “I found the baby picture in your room when I went to visit you,” she said, reaching into her pocket with one hand and producing the photograph. I snatched it away and stared at it for several moments before looking back up at her. “Why didn’t you say anything then?” I asked. My mother sighed again. “I wanted to be sure before I s