Amani
“So…tell us about your grand plan,” Josiah suggested as he leaned back in his seat. Cybil sat across from us, and I couldn’t help but feel anxious.
“Well…no one knows me…and since you’ve told everyone about your blast from the past, so to speak…we could use that as an excuse or reason for my sudden appearance in your life,” Cybil explained. “I am…your long-lost sister or cousin or something,”
“Ok, that can work,” Josiah agreed, but I had questions.
“I can move into one of your guest bedrooms and when I go into labor…I’ll die,” she went on and I frowned.
“Yes, that’s all good and well, but how do we explain…you know, us just taking your baby as our own,” I questioned curiously.
“Well, you can tell people that my partner disappeared on me or that I don’t know who the father is
