Emma spoke first.

“You have every right to say whatever you want—to hurt me with your words, to hate me. I know. But life was cruel to me, and I made terrible choices…”

Celina turned her face away.

“That child you ran after at the restaurant—who was she?”

Emma’s voice broke as she answered, tears streaming down her cheeks.

“My granddaughter…”

“So, you abandoned me and then had another daughter or son you decided to keep, is that it? You only got rid of me, didn’t you?”

“No, sweetheart, she’s—”