I thought I had buried my past, but when my grandson blackmailed me into taking him, my daughter barged in, and my ex needed a ride, I realized it wasn’t over.
I returned home late, the cold night air chasing leaves down the driveway. Belinda had retreated to her room after our earlier conversation, and the house was silent, even Bugsy sprawled out on the couch. I had no time to sleep.
I rummaged through the closet for my jewelry box, buried beneath old letters. Just as I started searching, Scooter appeared.
“You looking for something, ma’am?” he whispered.
“Not now, Theo. Go to bed.”
“I’ll tell you where it is if you take me with you tomorrow.”
I groaned, frustrated. “Fine, but no one else can know.”
He handed me the box with a grin, and inside were old memories—an address I’d been searching for.
The next morning, Scooter was waiting outside with a packed bag, ready for the trip. Belinda showed up, claiming she should come too.
We barely left the city when we saw Harold stranded with a flat tire. After some reluctance, I let him join us. Scooter, excited, promised it would be an adventure.
As we drove, Scooter questioned us, trying to figure out our mysterious destination. Eventually, we reached an old house that looked frozen in time. Harold stiffened when he saw it.
“This is Nina’s house,” he said. “Why are we here?”
Turns out, Nina wasn’t just our nanny. She was my childhood friend, and the baby she had taken in—Belinda’s daughter—wasn’t Harold’s. It was time to uncover long-held family secrets.